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.
