Grief Quotes
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Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
William Shakespeare
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Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Mike Mills
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Grief is so far from retrieving a loss that it makes it greater; but the way to lessen it is by a comparison with others' losses.
William Wycherley
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To me, death is dark, pain, grief.
Mary Roach
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When we allow ourselves to feel these painful feelings, give them an accurate name, and when we share the grief with safe and supportive others over time, we are able to complete our grief work and thus be free of it.
Charles L. Whitfield
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The World in which we live and move Outlasts aversion, outlasts love: Outlasts each effort, interest, hope, Remorse, grief, joy.
Matthew Arnold
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Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.
Sarah Dessen
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All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.
Robert Frost
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Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
Homer
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In some cases, some people do get depressed in the middle of their grief, and they really need to be treated for depression.
Kay Redfield Jamison
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There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.
Marcel Proust