You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
Neil GaimanTags: death grief bereavement
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
Kristina McMorrisTags: war loss mourning tragedy world-war-ii drama grief
Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving.
Elizabeth McCrackenTags: grief
The sunlight now lay over the valley perfectly still. I went over to the graveyard beside the church and found them under the old cedars... I am finding it a little hard to say that I felt them resting there, but I did. I felt their completeness as whatever they had been in the world.
I knew I had come there out of kindness, theirs and mine. The grief that came to me then was nothing like the grief I had felt for myself alone... This grief had something in it of generosity, some nearness to joy. In a strange way it added to me what I had lost. I saw that, for me, this country would always be populated with presences and absences, presences of absences, the living and the dead. The world as it is would always be a reminder of the world that was, and of the world that is to come.
Tags: life eternity death joy grief
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
SophoclesTags: grief
There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-
Abraham VergheseTags: 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 every
painful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia.
Tags: life books journey grief
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
José N. HarrisTags: strength pain love loss sadness hope tears grief grieving
[I]t wasn't history that was too fragile, but me.
Jessi KirbyThe way I pictured it, all this grief would be like a winter night when you're standing outside. You'll warm up once you get used to the cold. Except after you've been out there for awhile, you feel the warmth draining out of you and you realize the opposite is happening; you're getting colder and colder, as the body heat you brought outside with you seeps out of your skin. Instead of getting used to it, you get weaker the longer you endure it.
Rob SheffieldTags: grief
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