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Grief is a little like being in a fresh snowfall. A light, cold curtain falls between you and the rest of the world.
After our loved one dies: we cry, not because they left; but because they left us.
Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
Weep hard as much as you need; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life.
How we respond to grief can shape our present
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people, despite what local historians like to tell you.
Tears are the silent language of grief
Don't grieve for desires that are not fulfilled. Sometimes the things that don't happen keep disasters from happening too
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Do not grieve when something good ends, be glad that it happened.
I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.
Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.
What I will tell you is that you cannot force yourself to mourn. Sometimes, the best way to honour the dead is to simply keep living.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.
It's alright to grieve, but you must not allow grief to rule you.
But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.
When you feel sad, you are participating in a venerable experience, to which I, this monument, am dedicated. Your sense of loss and disappointment, of frustrated hopes and grief at your own inadequacy, elevate you to serious company. Do not ignore of throw away your grief
Why do you grieve so uselessly? Every uncertainty is the result of a certainty. There is nothing in this world really to be lamented.
Grief is an ocean where the waves obey their own rhythm, their own tide, where we are just thrown about to stay afloat as best we can. Where there is in fact no guarantee that we will keep our heads above water.
Loss leaves us empty- but learn not to close your heart and mind to grief. Allow life to replinish you. When sorrow comes it seems impossible- but new
How do you mourn endless numbers of people in endless numbers of places? Is there a form for it, a requisite time and place for mourning? Is there ever an end to it? Can there ever be an end to it?
Grief is a species of idleness.
I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
Such is the passing that you must leave,
All men must die, and it is vain to grieve.
Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.
Why not celebrate what you had had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There
could be joy in things that ended.
The sun has set in your life; it is getting cold. The hundreds of people around you cannot console you for the loss of the one.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.
Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.
To grieve is something extremely difficult, we don't even know how to begin to grieve, and I don't know how you can be taught to grieve.
Keep breathing. Exhale all the hurt and sorrow, inhale the untainted air.
Build up your health. Do not dwell in silence upon your sorrows.
Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it.
Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.
Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.
This was not a loss that could be shared. Grief was a place every person had to go alone, a lonely country populated by mistakes and a futile desire to turn back time for an impossible do-over.
I grieve nothing. I take everything.
People talk about grief as emptiness, but it's not empty. It's full. Heavy. Not an absence to fill. A weight to pull. Your skin caught on hooks chained to rough boulders made of all the futures you thought you'd have.
Those who grieve find comfort in weeping and in arousing their sorrow until the body is too tired to bear the inner emotions.
Grief doesn't come in the moment of loss. It comes in the quiet of the aftermath.
Run first, mourn later.
Grief doesn't come in a landslide. It seeps in,while you are sleeping. First you start in dreaming. Then your wake-up time carries over the sadness. And last your whole days are filled like a tumbler of water,filled with an aching that drips over the edge and doesn't have anywhere to go.
A grief travels with us as far as we carry it.
Chase away sorrow by living
You begin to cry and writhe and yell and then to keep on crying; and finally, grief ends up giving you the two best gifts: softness and illumination. Every
Proper mourning leaves one nothing to do but mourn, and I've concluded this isn't a good thing. Grief crowds in closely enough without the rest of life being shoved aside to make way for it.
No more to say, and nothing to weep for
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Grief is loved turned into an eternal missing ... It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion.
Don't grieve. Don't grieve. I shall be there/Look for my footprint on the air.
The best to do with a death was to move on from it.
Time marches on while mothers weep, each one wondering why the world hasn't stopped to mourn.
Grief is a process to go through, not a destination in which to wallow. In a process, you keep putting one foot in front of the other, and each little step is part of your healing.
Rejoice as summer should ... chase away sorrows by living.
Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest to the clouds. Thou shakest us with ague, but also thou steadiest like frost. Thou sickenest the heart, but also thou healest its infirmities.
Grief is like a journey one must take on a winding mountainside, often seeing the same scenery many times, a road which eventually leads to somewhere we've never been before.
No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
Let go of the pain.
Pass on by us and forgive us our happiness
In life there is not time to grieve long.
Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie, but rather mourn the apathetic, throng the coward and the meek who see the world's great anguish and its wrong, and dare not speak.
Remember play the games, and don't let on that you know... mourn me even if you still feel me.
Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.
Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day at numbness, silence.
The best that can be done is to love for the sake of it, and to keep sorrow company.
Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.
Grief comes with many losses. Whatever its cause, grief will come to all of us.
There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping,
A remembrance in one's heart ...
Inherent in mourning is celebration. Mourning without celebration or some form of acceptance leaves you stuck.
Get mad. Be hurt. Be broken. Cry.
Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked Some medicable herb to make our grief Less bitter.
Everyone has sorrow. Everyone has obligations. Everyone keeps going. You lean on the people who love you. You do the best you can, and you keep going.
Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.
Grieve for us, then, Jewel. Grieve as you must. Only we two are left who will, and only one of us can ever do so openly. Be what I can no longer be, for a little while.
For the loss of those we have loved there is no alleviation but time and carefully and rationally chosen diversions such as will not cause our heart to reproach us.
Mourning has a pace and rhythm of its own. It cannot be rushed.
Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
And I can't cry, I don't even want to cry. My tears would never do justice to this loss.
Grief is devastating, all-consuming. But grief merely visits friends, even the closest. It stays much longer, probably forever, with the family, but that was probably how it should be.
Grief moves through the system much as love does. It seeks expression. So I put my grief where it naturally belonged, in the company of an old and experienced wound. I gathered my feelings, shattered, scattered, and wild, and locked them in the same place where I kept my feelings about my daughter.
In bereavement, make yourself better, not bitter.
With patience bear what pains you have deserved,
Grieve, if you will, over what's unmerited.
Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.
Every time there are losses, there are choices to be made. You choose to live your losses as passages to anger, blame, hatred, depression and resentment, or you choose to let these losses be passages to something new, something wider, and deeper.
There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.
That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.
See yourself and weep. See your God and rejoice.
Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.
It's a strange grief ... to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.