Grief Quotes
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
William Shakespeare
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A heartless Christian must be a terrible grief to our Lord.
Oswald Chambers
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Having dealt with a lot of real firefighters, I know there are a lot of guys who, for lack of a better term, become addicted to the grief because it has kept them connected to these guys that they felt responsible for having lost.
Denis Leary
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The poet walked alone in a cold late rain,And thought his grief was like the crying of sea-birds;For his lover was dead, he never would love again.
Conrad Aiken
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While I am aware of no counsel on whether kissing should be reserved only for post-mission dating or courtship, I am aware of plenty of counsel concerning honesty in our actions and treating others with respect and kindness. Casual attitudes about expressions of affection such as kissing can cause much grief and heartache.
John Bytheway
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The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'
Jennifer Grant
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Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.
Jason Reynolds
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Light is that grief which counsel can allay.
Seneca the Younger
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Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
Earl A Grollman
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You never say and do the things you wish you had said or done when someone close to you may not be around in awhile. Closure is impossible; that's the heart of the grief you will carry with you for the rest of your life.
Jesse Andrews
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You will live as you live in any world,' Madame Lebedeva said. She reached out her hand as if to grasp Marya's, as if to press it to her cheek, then closed her fingers, as if Marya's hand were in hers. 'With difficulty, and grief.
Catherynne M. Valente
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To the Gods we ne'er can renderPraise for every good they grant;Let us, with devotion tender,Minister to grief and want.Quenched be hate and wrath forever,Pardoned be our mortal foe- May our tears upbraid him never,No repentance bring him low!
Friedrich Schiller
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Social media reactions to celebrity death have taken on a predictable pattern: an outpouring of shock with expressions of grief, followed by a ghoulish need to know all the details, to see the scene of the death and the family in mourning. Then a post-mortem dissection of all the perceived flaws the celebrity had.
Jennifer Armintrout
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The vanquished know war. They see through the empty jingoism of those who use the abstract words of glory, honor, and patriotism to mask the cries of the wounded, the senseless killing, war profiteering, and chest-pounding grief.
Chris Hedges
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Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Christian Nestell Bovee
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During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.
Namie Amuro
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It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment's grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one's life.
Chanakya
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My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.
Christian Dior
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No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
Faraaz Kazi
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Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.
Meghan O'Rourke
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It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.
Patti Davis
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Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
