Words matter. These are the best Grief Quotes from famous people such as Terence, Clint Smith, James Wolcott, Rick Warren, Alicia Garza, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
To touch a sore is to renew one’s grief.
In my hometown of New Orleans, grief is a public spectacle that, somewhat paradoxically, necessitates celebration. The dead are not mourned so much as they are posthumously venerated with music and dance.
Who elected Larry King America’s grief counselor? We, the viewing public, did, by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes.
During my days of deepest grief, in all of my shock, sorrow and struggle, I sat at the feet of God. I literally spent hours each day reading God’s word, meditating on scripture and praying. I intentionally spent a significant amount of time being still before God.
The night that George Zimmerman was acquitted, I think, for black people all over the world, there was a collective feeling of incredible grief and incredible rage. And that verdict not only let George Zimmerman go home to his family, but it sent a message to black people everywhere that our lives did not matter.
Learning about all those different things psychologically – about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that, and really getting an education on it, I think it was part of the process of it, learning about it and trying to lick it.
My father’s passing comes with sorrow and grief for me, for my mother, for my brothers, and for my sisters. He was a great fire who burned bright, and we lived in his light and warmth for so very long.
Having some form of structure to process and manage grief collectively surely helps: as someone put it to me, grief is like a landscape without a map. Another suggested that grief makes you a stranger to yourself.
I lost my father and went into a process of grief with it that was all about how to replace that grief, how to fill it, and I think there was something very desperate in the way that I was replacing it.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Do not suffer pain and torment without reason. Somebody All-Powerful and All-Compassionate owns everything. Rely on His Power and do not accuse His Compassion. Renounce grief and anxiety ad accept relief. Be rid of your troubles and find serenity.
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
Our people know that if they are sick, we will take care of them. If there are occasions of grief or joy, we will be there with them. They know that we value them as people, not just cogs in a machine.
When someone dies instantly, then I think the well of grief and disbelief all mixed in with it is unfathomable. And when murder is involved, that just takes it into a whole new place. There is an extra dimension you just can’t compute or deal with.
In minor crises, the preacher can extract himself emotionally and allow others to express grief and fear and doubt while he remains strong.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
I felt I couldn’t be a good mom anymore, but I didn’t want my children to grow up without a mom. I felt I had to end our lives to protect us from any grief or harm.
No one can tell you what to expect or can offer a guide to grief. Because every relationship is so unique, no two people grieve the same way. And you have no idea how you are going to grieve till you are grieving.
After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.
Grief causes suffering and disease.
It’s really important for us as a band, that when someone is giving us grief on stage, to show our fans how important it is that they stand up for themselves and that they feel confident in themselves.
If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.
I just always wanted to study human behavior because every psychologist that I would talk to would tell me I was bipolar, and I know I’m not bipolar, so I had to perform a psychoanalysis on myself to find out that I have unresolved grief.
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.
You can’t go to Amazon and order a book on how you handle grief. There’s books on it, sure. But there’s no tried and true manual. You just have to live that out. There’s no formula to heal.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
I couldn’t have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother’s death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
I hear music that comes out of need, out of grief, sorrow, suffering and out of overcoming these things, as well. That journey to freedom still goes on today. It’s an incremental change, the culmination of many events in your own life and the lives of your children and grandchildren.
More and more teams are, in the vernacular, ‘going small,’ with only one big man down deep. Good grief, the position of power forward is in the process of going the way of short shorts.
At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake of weeping, my eyes open wide to the sun, to the flowers… I wanted to feel an immense grief inside me, and it came.
Denial helps us to pace our feelings of grief. There is a grace in denial. It is nature’s way of letting in only as much as we can handle.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
Family is so central to Afghan life that all Afghan stories are family stories. Family is something I simply can’t resist because all the great themes of human life – duty, grief, sacrifice, love, envy – you find all those things within families.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
I came from a hard, working-class world which, since my mother’s death, had been dominated by men. I hadn’t been encouraged to talk about the burden of grief, and because I was severely underdeveloped when it came to sharing my emotions, I mustn’t have been the most communicative husband.
I haven’t written adult fiction, but I do not sugarcoat grief – or what I expect grief to be.
I guess I’m curious about how people process grief and how they process loss. And I’m also interested in the ways in which an event can have long-reaching consequences and a life over the course of years.
They say seven stages of grief. I think it’s more like 77.
When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.
The Backstreet Boys posted a cover of our single ‘Good Grief.’ It was so cool, and they reached out to us, saying, ‘When you’re in town, come to the show.’
Grief is a world you walk through skinned, unshelled.
Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.
Everyone deals with grief in their own way.
Grief is never something you get over. You don’t wake up one morning and say, ‘I’ve conquered that; now I’m moving on.’ It’s something that walks beside you every day. And if you can learn how to manage it and honour the person that you miss, you can take something that is incredibly sad and have some form of positivity.
The struggle through the grief was a huge growing process for me. There were gifts that came from it. I learned a lot about myself. I got into a mode very much like my father’s own mode of seeking – seeking solutions, seeking teachers, seeking information – to try to alleviate my own suffering.
We can alleviate physical pain, but mental pain – grief, despair, depression, dementia – is less accessible to treatment. It’s connected to who we are – our personality, our character, our soul, if you like.
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
First of all, a lot of people, a lot of women and men, have lost their children. I’m not the only one. But I happen to be blessed that my son gave me all these things to work with so that I get to work out my grief in a way that other people are not able to. So I can’t possibly be downtrodden about that.
There are many stages of grief.
‘Hamlet’ is a play about a man whose grief is deemed unseemly.
I like pubs too, but it’s hard for me to go and get proper bladdered in the way I used to. I don’t want to moan about being recognised but I do get a bit of grief sometimes.
As you say goodbye to lingering disappointments and unattended grief, you will discover that every person, situation and painful incident comes bearing gifts.
I know I get a lot of grief about some of the things I’ve said about Coach Saban, but working under him was like going back to school and getting another degree.
I think it’s okay to talk about grief and sorrow. Especially for women, when you lose a child or have a miscarriage, it’s good to talk about it, as a lot of people don’t want you to speak about those things. It makes people sad, but sometimes you’ve got to.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
None of us are immune to grief, and everyone who has suffered loss understands that grief changes, but you never wake up one morning and you’ve moved on. It stays with you, and, you know, you ebb and flow.
A good president needs a big comfort zone. He should be able to treat enemies as opportunities, appear authentic in joy and grief, stay cool under the hot lights.
For me, grief is a static thing, and my movies have an extremely dynamic sort of movement.
If I talk about my father’s funeral, as I did when I was promoting the last novel, ‘Being Dead,’ I’m not going to tell any lies, but there are certain things I’m not going to tell you, and I’m certainly not going to tell my grief.
My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.
The belief that a person can and should only feel grief over one sad event at a time is a truly disturbing estimate of our emotional capacity.
Occasionally, Americans in large numbers are moved by a vanquished athlete’s grief. Larry Bird with a towel over his head in 1979 comes immediately to mind. But more often, sports fans do the opposite – they delight in the desolation of a defeated archrival.
I discovered on my own that I could cope better with the crippling effects of grief by taking care of myself, eating right, and working out.
My journey with grief, with learning how to grow through it, rather than get over it, will be a lifelong one.
They have – they do still hit me occasionally, and it’s an overwhelming grief for what – even though my life is so good now, even including going through treatment for cancer, my life is incredible.
In New York, people are pretty cool, and you don’t catch a lot of grief. But in certain spots, man, it’s over. If I stand in the same place for more than 20 minutes or 10 minutes or something, there’ll be 40 people standing there, all screaming something different.
Well the themes for me were and remain sex and love and grief and death – the things that make us and undo us, create and destroy, how we breed and disappear and the emotional context that surrounds these events.
Abortion does not just hurt women. Abortion hurts a family, and it has a domino effect of hurting those related and close to those families through the grief and reality of losing a child to abortion.
Gallows humor is part of our coping mechanism. It’s part of our grief process. If we don’t know what else to do, we laugh. That’s a very real thing.
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.
As a parent, it’s my responsibility to equip my child to do this – to grieve when grief is necessary and to realize that life is still profoundly beautiful and worth living despite the fact that we inevitably lose one another and that life ends, and we don’t know what happens after death.
But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.
I feel truth, beauty, love, grief, anger, intimacy & alive in my body… Women in the global south live in their bodies much more than we in the global north. Not as distracted by patriarchy’s controlling images – They know power is in their bodies. I am deeply grateful for the women who showed me the way home.
There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.
Grief, no matter where it comes from, can only be resolved by connecting to other people.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris’s chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.
Politicians… talk in generalities and lies, and I think they’ve caused all our grief. They’re so awful, they’re really funny. I hate thinking this because my dad loved politics.
We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.
The day after Britain voted to leave the European Union, I woke up determined to make a success of Brexit. I was surprised by how quickly I went to acceptance of the result, without passing through any of the prior stages of grief.
Grief is like a moving river, so that’s what I mean by it’s always changing. It’s a strange thing to say because I’m at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It’s just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.
My mother died in 1997 and I spiralled into this self-destructive vortex of trying to annihilate my consciousness. I was afraid to face the grief of losing her, because she was somebody I loved more than anybody else in the world.
I believe in the importance of individuality, but in the midst of grief I also find myself wanting connection – wanting to be reminded that the sadness I feel is not just mine but ours.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it’s also to feel, quite powerfully, that you’re not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief – that to do so would be taboo somehow.
No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it’s the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don’t deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I’ve had to open up to grief in different contexts.
I have always fought for ideas – until I learned that it isn’t ideas but grief, struggle, and flashes of vision which enlighten.
I think writers process their own experiences through the characters and situations they write. So for Batman, I used my own experience of losing a loved one. Grief is a strange place; it’s like an altered state. You might sleep too much, so you can see the dead in your dreams.
You cut off the capacity for grief in your life, and you cut off the joy at the same time. They both come up through the same tunnel. You don’t have one without the other.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
A King and Queen can comfort the people in times of grief, and provide a nationalist camaraderie. That is the gift that royalty can give back.
‘Hamlet’ is the best description of grief I’ve read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.
I think that no human gets away unscathed in this old life. We’ve all experienced loss and grief and pain and tragedy.
The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself turning to poetry in the way so many people do – to make sense of losses. And I wrote pretty bad poems about it. But it did feel that the poem was the only place that could hold this grief.
Deem no man happy until he passes the end of his life without suffering grief.
There’s no road map. There’s no textbook on how grief works and when your heart will be open – or if it ever will.
Writing helps me to create order out of chaos and make sense of things. It helps me to understand what I’ve experienced, what I’ve felt and seen, so it becomes a little easier to handle. On the other hand, I don’t want it to be just a cathartic experience, an outpouring of grief or whatever it is.
And remember, it’s also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.
Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me – how really tenuous our sanity is.
If you want to connect with people who are in distress and great grief and scared, you need to do it in a certain way. I move kind of slow. I talk kind of slow. I let them know that I respect them.
In spite of overwhelming grief and terror, I left Westboro in 2012.
Each organ is related to an emotion, and the lungs are related to grief. When you clear your lungs, you eliminate grief and sadness.
Poets have always celebrated grief as one of the deepest human emotions.
It’s a hard thing to imagine how somebody copes with grief and at the same time has to build a new life.
I made the decision to go on stage after my father died. And he would have wanted me to. But I won’t try and plug huge grief up with the false world of show-business ever again.
For me as an American, the most painful aspect of this is that I believe that that administration has taken the events of 9/11 and has manipulated the grief of the country and I think that’s reprehensible.
The criminal law is not meant to respond to every sorrow and grief.
The spoken word is man’s physician in grief. For this alone has soothing charms for the soul.
I wasn’t prepared for the fact that grief is so unpredictable. It wasn’t just sadness, and it wasn’t linear. Somehow I’d thought that the first days would be the worst and then it would get steadily better – like getting over the flu. That’s not how it was.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
I would hate for people to think that ‘Strong Island’ is just about a family’s grief. It is about a family’s grief, yes, but it is also an interrogation of our criminal justice system.
Nothing can bring my Jordan back but I have learned to channel my grief into action to honor my son.
If you’ve got to my age, you’ve probably had your heart broken many times. So it’s not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.
Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
Love has a cost, and it’s grief. Because we will always be separated from things we love. That’s the nature and price of life, right? But, when you love something deeply, then you’re courageous.
Too many people I’ve loved dearly have left this earth. And some I’ve lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.
Grief is bizarre territory because there’s no predicting how long it’ll take to get over certain things. You just don’t know how long it’s going to resound in your life.
Generally, the younger the victim, the greater the grief. Yet even when the elderly or infirm have been afforded merciful relief, their loved ones are rarely ready to let go.
Grief falls upon human beings as the rain, not selecting good or evil, visiting the innocent, condemning those who have done no wrong.
I will never shave off my beard and moustache. I did once, for charity, but my wife said, ‘Good grief, how awful, you look like an American car with all the chrome removed.’
When I’m talking about depression, I’m talking about the more severe forms of depression, and I think that conceptualising as a form of grief is probably not the most effective way of looking at it. I mean, at the end of the day, people suffer enormously, and you want to treat it.
None of us get to divorce ourselves from the world. We walk into the theater and bring all of our grief and our pain and our joy with us.
I want my music to be accessible to every listener because I know that I really have something to say in terms of really, you know, removing thorns from people, thorns that really makes us unaware that we are bleeding with these thorns, like pain, grief, jealousy and so on.
Few of us will forget the wail of mingled grief, rage and horror which rose from the camp when the Indians returned to it and recognized their slaughtered warriors, women, and children.
ABBA: The Movie; I got a lot of grief for working on that.
Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.
Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it’s really hard.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
With grief, you know, the only way to get through it is through it.
But the thing about grief is that it doesnt have a timescale. So I can sit here today and say to you that its got easier in some ways, and then all of a sudden itll just hit you so hard all over again, and you dont know where it comes from.
My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.
Aircraft do not crash of themselves. They come to grief because men are foolish, or vain, or lazy, or irresolute or reckless. One crash in a thousand may be unavoidable because God wills it so – not more than that.
If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.
The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous.
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.
Grief is exhausting.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
I remember tearing up the first time I read Nabokov’s description, in ‘Speak, Memory,’ of his father being tossed on a blanket by cheering muzhiks, with its astonishingly subtle foreshadowing of grief and mourning.
I dislike religion quite intensely. It’s been the cause of all the grief in the world ever since they discovered the first stone to worship.
I don’t believe in God, so I’d say that laughter is one of the only true weapons for fighting against real darkness, grief and loss.
My heart is so light that it’s amazing. I get to play all this grief, all this loss, all this disaster and chaos. It’s hysterically funny. I am very light.
Poetry is emotion, passion, love, grief – everything that is human. It is not for zombies by zombies.
In my experience as an actor over so many years, I don’t know when I have been touched so deeply on so many levels as I have been by ‘The Leftovers’ in my three years there. It is a profound exploration of life, of grief, of loss.
Grief is like wandering through a minefield, as my mother puts it: however carefully you tread, a sudden detonation can happen out of nowhere. A song played in a supermarket; an overheard phrase; someone in the distance who your mind cruelly suggests is your loved one for a fleeting moment.
The Holocaust remains unique in contemporary Jewish consciousness for its capacity to engender the most visceral grief and abject pain.
To me, it feels like every time I’m watching some trans story, it’s about their grief around their gender. And there’s not really a lot of opportunity for them to explore stories outside of that. It’s just really frustrating. It’s really one dimensional.
A full accounting of adoption as an option would not underestimate its emotional challenges – the grief and loss for birth mothers, the uncertainties for adoptive parents operating under a patchwork of state laws.
After the Boston Marathon bombings, people shared grief and outrage on social media.
The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
I decided to write ‘True Refuge’ during a major dive in my own health. Diagnosed with a genetic disease that affected my mobility, I faced tremendous fear and grief about losing the fitness and physical freedom I loved.
It’s a different kind of grief when you lose a parent.
Abortion, more than not, leaves women with an aftermath of grief, guilt, and emotional overload. In a lot of cases, this can last a lifetime.
I’m a woman, and I see women get put through an awful lot of grief and be subjected to the kind of criticism, remarks, and suggestions that no woman should ever have to tolerate. And I think we should be helping each other and supporting each other.
You can be experiencing the worst, most gut-wrenching grief and still laugh or feel something positive or even fall in love, and it doesn’t diminish the depth and sincerity of your grief.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
Most people deal with grief in an awkward way, and that can be funny.
I grew up in a very healthy nuclear family, and I was fortunate enough to not have to deal with loss and grief as a child.
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
We may not commit a lesser Sin under pretence to avoid a greater, but we may, nay we ought to endure the greatest Pain and Grief rather than commit the least Sin.
The only cure for grief is action.
I feel that writers think with their noses to the ground, and the dark stuff kind of comes to me more, even though I really am sort of an upbeat guy. It’s an honest descent into darkness. And you can’t have the joy without the grief – it’s why we listen to Mozart’s ‘Requiem.’
Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.
Grief is sort of the allowance of feeling.
Burnout is grist to the mill. I write every day, for most of the day, so it’s just about turning into metaphor whatever’s going on in my life, in the world, and in my head. Every nightmare, every moment of grief or joy or failure, is a moment I can convert into cash via words.
When you’ve been touched by sadness and grief, it makes you vulnerable. And because I am vulnerable, I try to be positive. And when I say ‘try,’ I really do mean try, because it’s an effort.
Good horror is about so much more than slashing: it’s a way of examining grief and loss of self.
In Maori culture there’s a lot of humor and just as quickly we are able to express grief.
I think what I was unconsciously expressing in ‘Black Rainbow’ was a very abstract and metaphorical grief, in the way I had suppressed my grief about my mother dying. In retrospect I realise I started writing ‘Mandy’ as a sort of antidote to that, to sort of express those emotions, to purge that grief.
Grief jumps out at you when you’re least expecting it.
It’s important that people understand that ‘Strong Island’ is just as much about this claim of reasonable fear and our need to interrogate reasonable fear as it is about my family’s grief.
Grief is a room without doors – but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.
There’s been no end to the grief Mitch McConnell’s taken for his declaration early in Barack Obama’s first term that his party’s top goal was to make Obama a one-term president.
As much sorrow and grief as came from 9/11, there have also come positives.
There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.
No one could save me from the grief of losing my child or losing my first marriage. I had to do that on my own.
Time takes away the grief of men.
I don’t move away from grief, rather through it.
Perhaps grief is not about empty, but full. The full breath of life that includes death. The completeness, the cycles, the depth, the richness, the process, the continuity and the treasure of the moment that is gone the second you are aware of it.
When we assume that ‘normal’ people need ‘time to heal,’ or discourage individuals from making any decisions until a year or more after a loss, as some grief counselors do, we may be giving inappropriate advice. Such advice can cause people who feel ready to move on to wonder if they are hardhearted.
Grief is the great equalizer.
When I talk to people about going sugar-free, they almost go into a state of grief! But there are still options out there – like the sugar-free brownies in my book.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Of course, I also hear from critics who detest what I do, and while sometimes I feel rather proud of having made various the loathsome people or groups angry, at other times I wonder why I put up with such grief.
Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.
Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.
Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that’s what you’re left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It’s never when you’re looking at old pictures.
Our culture has become increasingly intolerant of that acute sorrow, that intense mental anguish and deep remorse which may be defined as grief. We want to medicate such sorrow away.
Grief, like Covid-19, mutates and escapes the inoculation of both time and the reassurance of loving friends. It is less sledgehammer and more screwdriver, drilling little holes in your head and heart, leaving you haunted by the ifs and buts of your decisions.
Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.
I think it’s too easy to recount your unhappy memories when you write about yourself. You bask in your own innocence. You revere your grief. You arrange your angers at their most becoming angles.
Despite the fact that every sport this side of badminton worries about concussions that result in brain damage, CTE, the National Hockey League refuses to accept the overwhelming medical science. Good grief – the NHL still permits fights.
I know from experience that one of the first things to drop off during great transitions, such as dealing with grief or loss, is taking care of our bodies.
Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it’s a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.
I only really fake it anymore with sommeliers who are being really snotty to me and I don’t want to take their grief and so I try to do something to kind of throw them off or put them on the defensive, even if I don’t know what I’m talking about.
It’s a Cyprus of misery and soup kitchens and a state which cannot meet basic obligations. It can only cause me grief.
It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.
It would be impossible to estimate how much time and energy we invest in trying to fix, change and deny our emotions – especially the ones that shake us at our very core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief.
To me, death is dark, pain, grief.
Grief is a terrible, painful place. You can’t grind away on grief in a solid way and say, ‘I’m going to work on this until it’s over’ because it will be with you for the rest of your life, whatever you do. So, you deal with it and move on.
Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.
For years I have engaged with this ecological crisis on an intellectual level, the mounting evidence, the science… but now I have engaged with the potential destruction of this world on an emotional level and there is a fundamental difference. There is huge feeling of grief, of loss.
I just try to write what I think would really happen, and with grief and tragedy, there are these naturally occurring moments of levity and humor and absurdity. I think that’s what life is really like. Sadness gets interrupted, and happiness gets interrupted.
It’s a very performative thing, grief. As with so much in modern life, I think there’s a whole performative layer to what we do because we feel like there’s a private TV show viewing our lives.
Sadness, irritability, fatigue, and distractedness are among the most common side effects of grief while parenting.
Self-pity, a dominant characteristic of sociopaths, is also the characteristic that differentiates heroic storytelling from psychological rumination. When you talk about your experiences to shed light, you may feel wrenching pain, grief, anger, or shame. Your audience may pity you, but not because you want them to.
For many people who face anxieties, depression, trauma or grief that dominate their lives, a vital source of support may be a counsellor or psychotherapist.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
I think people from Northern Ireland have some kind of unspoken general feeling of what it is to be around segregation. You have an awareness of it because you know how much grief it’s caused.
‘The Babadook,’ written and directed by a woman, is a gorgeously told female-focused story of grief, longing, loneliness, and what mourning can become.
One thing I’ve heard that makes sense to me about grief is that there’s this conception that it’s a thing that you process, and then you’re done processing it. But really it’s not a thing that has an end, it’s just what life is like now. You are living with this now, probably forever.
For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.
I’m human, we all are – all doctors are – and grieving is a natural part of medicine. As a doctor, grieving is a natural part of medicine. If you deny that, again, you’d get into this trap of curing and victory. I think grief is very important.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that’s just given.
The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave – just willing to take life on.
I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.
It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
That’s the great test: if you’re going to be a great comic writer, not a humorist, you’ve got to take it into the throat of grief. Can you make laughter and seriousness so close that they are the same thing?
Grief doesn’t have a plot. It isn’t smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
Our best selves tell us that ‘there but for the grace of God… ‘ and that, in the end, there is no distance, really, between us and them. It is just us. Our best and noble hope is to imitate the God we believe in. The God who has abundant room in God’s grief and heart for us all.
I was initially planning to write about grief in terms of Eurydice and the myth thereof. By that point the overall metaphor of height and depth and flat and falling and rising was coming into being in my mind.
My parents moved to England with that immigrant ethos of self-betterment, but I don’t think they expected the kind of grief they experienced.
These displays of affection mean a lot to our family and are a reminder of the heart that my people have. In this time of grief we ask for a little privacy and space to digest this news; our sister was our sun and we are broken by her departure.
During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.
We’ve lost our sense of outrage, our anger, and our grief about what’s going on in our culture right now, what’s going on in our country, the atrocities that are being committed in our names around the world. They’ve gone missing; these feelings have gone missing.
Really, the arc for the first season of ‘Luke Cage’ is ‘hero.’ How does one become a hero? What does one feel about being a hero? How does one live their life and eventually go through the Elizabeth Kubler-Ross stages of grief until the acceptance is, ‘Fine, I’m a hero.’ This is what it is.
For a kid who’s lost his mom and all the rage and grief that no one was able to talk out of me, football was a very therapeutic sport. Very.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island.
The work of the artist is to express what is repressed or even to speak the unspoken grief of society.
We want to take the energy surrounding the Sandy Hook anniversary that might otherwise be consumed by grief or anger – or this week in San Bernardino by fear – and channel some of that to honor our common humanity and love each other.
This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind’s best thoughts, and my soul’s triumph over the powers of darkness.
Grief is a process, not a state.
One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they’re crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don’t make sense.
You have moments of grief in life, and if you can put pen to paper and capture that, that’s something wonderful. I can revisit actual songs about past deaths, and I know that emotion is as true now as it was then.
Grief is a bit of a journey, and it is evolving all the time but I am very functional.
When sadness happens in the middle of work, I separate my personal grief from my train of thought.
I can laugh at my own grief.
I was in New York City on 9/11. Grief remains from that awful day, but not only grief. There is fear, too, a fear informed by the knowledge that whatever my worst nightmare is, there is someone out there embittered enough to carry it out.
The world, post-Katrina, was a hard time for my city. The hardest time. For people who didn’t live through it, no words can fully express the pain, the rage, the grief, and the futility we New Orleanians felt. For the people who did, words seemed like a feeble protest against a relentless night without end.
Occupation – pressing occupation that will not be said nay – is a sovereign remedy for grief.
Sometimes, I get afraid it has defined me, that sense of grief, loss and illness. But actually, it is about allowing myself to take hold and say: ‘This is part of who I am, but not only who I am.’
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
The biggest problem is the funerals that don’t exist. People call the funeral home, they pick up the body, they mail the ashes to you, no grief, no happiness, no remembrance, no nothing. That happens more often than it doesn’t in the United States.
The five stages – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance – are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.
Save yourself some grief. Check with the publicist you hire to see what other books he/she has coming out at the same time as yours.
If I’m feeling outraged, grief, disbelief, frustration, sympathy, that gets channeled through me and into my pictures and hopefully transmitted to the viewer.
It works both ways: there are victims of tragedy who come to me who have experienced grief of such magnitude that they cannot reconcile. Likewise, I cannot change the mentality of those who committed the crimes or the fools who followed them.
I rarely get recognized, and whenever I do, it has to do with ‘The Leftovers’ because it came into someone’s life at a particularly important time for them – if they were dealing with grief or loss or whatever tragedy – and they just caught it. And there is no rhyme or reason to the kind of person it is.
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.
I know there are five stages of grief, but my parents raised me to pull up my socks when times get tough.
I like big doses of grief when I read: Richard Yates, Flannery O’Connor, Kenzabaro Oe, Thomas Bernhard.
Set your compass to beauty, humor, and grief; stay the course no matter what, and I’ll support you with everything I’ve got.
Wayward, disobedient children cause their parents grief and anxiety.
Long before I ever got incarcerated, I should’ve been able to access services that help me deal with the grief and the loss of my son, that help me deal with the trauma, the abuse that I experienced as a child.
Grief is a very complicated monster. There’s no real exorcising of it. It has a different form every day.
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.
I know the pride of carrying our nation’s flag abroad – and I have felt the grief of burying too many friends beneath that flag at home.
The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.
People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It’s hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.
Your grief path is yours alone, and no one else can walk it, and no one else can understand it.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends.
I’m a huge fan of Richard Curtis – there’s real grief, real compassion in his films as well as cheekiness; it’s a wonderful cocktail.
For better and for worse, I feel like sorrow and grief are really transformative personal experiences for me, and I question what I would be had I decided to take a different path and not embrace that kind of pain.
I think you have to deal with grief in the sense that you have to recognize that you have it, and say that it’s OK to have all the sadness.
Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it’s less like stages and more like different states of feeling.
It’s a dynamic of grief within any family, and I found, after we lost Steve, his dad just began distancing himself. And I think it’s a coping mechanism. I found it very confusing.
Some women lose their husbands, and their worlds change because their financial circumstances change. All I have in common with them is a grief.
‘The Invitation’ is a meditation on grief and loss carried within a suspense drama. At its core, it’s about a dinner party gone horribly wrong and about the consequences of denying our pain.
People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.