3,968 Quotes About Grief

I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and,sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through everypainful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia.

The strength you seek to survive grief’s demands is not found in resistance but within the tenderness of your loving heart.

No one escapes a time in life when the arrow of sorrow, of anger, of despair pierces the heart. For many of us, there is the inevitable need to circle the wound. It is often such a surprise to find it there, in us, when we had assumed arrows so painful only landed in the hearts of other people. Some of us spend decades screaming at the archer. Or at least for longer periods than are good for us. How to take the arrow out of the heart? How to learn to relieve our own pain? That is the question.

Heart RingsWhat stories would our bones tellif they had rings like trees?circles marking the timeswhen you felt lovedwhen you were in lovewhen you grievedwhen you did something thatrequired every last ounce of your couragewhen you were full of faith — That is how our hearts worka lone, rhythmic documentarian chronicling your life in the shadow of your flesh mysterious even to its ownerAnd someday we might learnthat it was drawing a mapfor the soul to navigate the real final frontier

Time heals all wounds, I’m sure it’s true, but not until after the wounds have been felt.

Nobody talks about the other loss, the loss that happens within us. We lose people and things, but we also lose parts of ourselves. We grieve those missing parts too. We grieve them, and we grieve us. But I think losing those parts creates space. For newness. For understanding others’ hurts and welcoming them into our free spaces.

Sorrow is a sharable weight but a solo process.

A sacred wandering is a wilderness journey. You can find yourself in the midst of life transitions. Major upheavals. A career change. Soul searching. Infertility. Relocation. Illness. Depression. Divorce. Loss of a loved one. Unemployment. Returning to school. The empty nest.

There is a stillness in me. It is deeper than grief. I am wondering why, when I call home, everything seems to be happening as usual. Yes life must go on. But I wonder when the healing will begin, when we will stop laughing to hide the pain?