grief quotes

God knows what we are going through when we grieve, and He wants to assure us of His love and concern. He also wants us to turn to Him and bring our heartaches and burdens to Him.

I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest. Comedy is my therapy. That’s how I deal with my problems, my personal battles. I talk about it. I give it to my fans. When they laugh at it, it’s a release, for lack of a better word.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?

I’ve lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

Over the years I’ve seen people lose a spouse and then withdraw and lose interest in life, and I believe we need to resist that.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

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.

When the people you love are gone, you’re alone.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

My son has died of AIDS.

My wife is already in Heaven.

Every loss of life is terrible.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

The Bible says that as Christians we don’t grieve the same way people do who have no hope of eternity and of Heaven – but we still grieve.

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.

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.

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.

I’m always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I’m listening to it.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

My mum passing away wasn’t funny, but that funeral and what I went through, the things that happened, looking back at it, there were funny moments. You have to be strong enough to look back at it, to sit and assess the situation.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

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.

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.

That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill. Who was it said – one of the famous lady novelists – ‚unhappy is the family that contains an author‘?

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

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.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.

I think that what happens when you lose a parent, where you lose – you drop into a different kind of serious.

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.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are, join in expressing our grief at Diana’s loss, and gratitude for her all-too-short life. It is a chance to show to the whole world the British nation united in grief and respect.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

You never get over losses. I’ve never gotten over one loss I’ve had in my career. They always stick with me.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

I can be almost terminally grief-stricken because things are so dire, but at the same time, there’s a real lightheartedness about just the recoverability of life, of how things change, how they’re not the same, ever again.