Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William ShakespeareTags: words loss sadness sorrow mourning grief bereavement
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
Jodi PicoultTags: love loss death heart mourning bereavement casket funeral
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
RumiTags: loss grief bereavement reincarnation consolation
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Verse XXVII
Tags: love poetry loss sorrow bereavement consolation
If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.
Lemony SnicketTags: mourning bereavement
Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.
Tags: sorrow crying bereavement
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;
William Cullen BryantTags: death mourning bereavement
When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.
David McCulloughTags: inspirational women literary bereavement historical
Grief can destroy you --or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see that it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.
Dean KoontzTags: grief bereavement
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel García MárquezTags: bereavement heartbreak broken-hearted
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