Top 195 Grief Quotes

‘Hiraeth’ means homesickness to a home to which you cannot return: the grief of the lost places of your past. I fell in love with the word and instantly connected to it. It reminded me of the days when I had left my home in Gwalior, and I had that strange pull in my stomach, and now I can so relate to this word.

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.

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.

Grief is a very strange thing. It can affect you in all kinds of ways. I lost a year. I’ve done a lot of therapy and it’s great to be back on the horse.

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.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

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 at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

I have learned that grief is a vital part of my heart and accept it as a gift that exists alongside joy.

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.

This is not a slow movement of change. It’s a shift in the consciousness of each of us. It is a collective shift. It involves facing grief and trauma and undoing our numbness and our narcissism and our indulgence that we have in this privileged western society.

ABBA: The Movie; I got a lot of grief for working on that.

Grief, no matter where it comes from, can only be resolved by connecting to other people.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

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.

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.

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.’

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

It would have been great if there were a trauma center located in our community, where you could access grief counseling and be able to address it in a healthy manner.

With grief, you have reason to despair; it’s a human thing.

I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I like big doses of grief when I read: Richard Yates, Flannery O’Connor, Kenzabaro Oe, Thomas Bernhard.

I am certain that I speak on behalf of my entire nation when I say: September 11th we are all Americans – in grief, as in defiance.

I have always fought for ideas – until I learned that it isn’t ideas but grief, struggle, and flashes of vision which enlighten.

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 don’t move away from grief, rather through it.

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.

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.

Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him – that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that’s going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn’t prepare you.

It’s a Cyprus of misery and soup kitchens and a state which cannot meet basic obligations. It can only cause me grief.

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.

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.

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.

As much sorrow and grief as came from 9/11, there have also come positives.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

Let us be honest with each other. The threat to marriage is not the gays. It is a lack of loving commitment – whether it is found in the form of neglect, indifference, cruelty or adultery, to name just a few manifestations of the loveless desert in which too many marriages come to grief.

They say seven stages of grief. I think it’s more like 77.

If trees can create art, if they can encircle the globe seven times in one year, if prisoners can grow plants and raise frogs, then perhaps there are other static entities that we hold inside ourselves, like grief, like addictions, like racism, that can also change.

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.

We apologise for the laws and policies of successive parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians. We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country.

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.

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.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

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.

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.

Occupation – pressing occupation that will not be said nay – is a sovereign remedy for grief.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

In spite of overwhelming grief and terror, I left Westboro in 2012.

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.

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.

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.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

Set your compass to beauty, humor, and grief; stay the course no matter what, and I’ll support you with everything I’ve got.

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

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that’s what you’re left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

Good horror is about so much more than slashing: it’s a way of examining grief and loss of self.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

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.’

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

In Maori culture there’s a lot of humor and just as quickly we are able to express grief.

‘Hamlet‘ is a play about a man whose grief is deemed unseemly.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When I was in my late teens, a couple of friends passed away suddenly. This was quite distressing, but after a while, as tends to happen when one is once or twice removed from grief, I stopped thinking about them all the time.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

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.

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.

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.

My journey with grief, with learning how to grow through it, rather than get over it, will be a lifelong one.

My wife at home. She didn’t have a pregnant belly anymore, nobody to cling to, no shoulder to cry on, no one to talk to, while I’m at work getting the love and everybody just patting me on the back. I was mad. I felt that I should be at home helping my best friend get past the grief.

There seem to be many causes of depression. One cause is profound loss, grief. Economic hardship we know is linked to depression. We don’t have a full picture.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Especially with grief and heartbreak, you can go through these things and think, ‘I will never be whole again.’

Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.

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.

And remember, it’s also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.

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.

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.

After I quit the U.S. Ski Team, there was a fair amount of, you know, grief that follows that, and I just wanted to take a year off. And I had a friend that lived in Los Angeles, said I could crash on his couch. And so I just kind of did the first really spontaneous thing I’d done in my young adult life.

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.

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

I think that no human gets away unscathed in this old life. We’ve all experienced loss and grief and pain and tragedy.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

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.

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.

I always believe that expressing grief on social media isn’t enough, it is very important to take some action.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn’t serve anyone, and it’s painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you’re magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.

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.

When a network passes, you really mourn the show. The official state of grief in Hollywood is saying you’re taking around a dead pilot.

I think faith is incredibly important because you will become overwhelmed with what’s happening and you will have waves of grief, but when you turn to your faith, I believe God will give you waves of grace to get through it.

When we lost Steve, the grief was understandable, but I wasn’t prepared for how scary everything became – that fear factor of ‘Now I’m doing this on my own.’

Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It’s never when you’re looking at old pictures.

Being reminded of your past doesn’t mean that you have to live with constant grief. It simply means that you have been given the opportunity to transform your past into something positive.

I know there are five stages of grief, but my parents raised me to pull up my socks when times get tough.

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.

Grief is an emotion that’s almost unplayable because you’re in a separate emotional state; it’s an inconsolable emotion.

Grief releases love and it also instills a profound sense of connection.

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.

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.

Allowing children to show their guilt, show their grief, show their anger, takes the sting out of the situation.

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.

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.

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.

When a child can be brought to tears, and not from fear of punishment, but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.

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.

God’s not complicated – He’s really not. And He helps people in their everyday life so that they can get better in relationships, in their job situations, in getting through grief.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In American culture we are supposed to take a pill when we’re depressed or in grief as opposed to actually feeling.

By the breaking in of enraged merciless armies, flourishing countries have been laid waste, great numbers of people have perished in a short time, and many more have been pressed with poverty and grief.

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

As crime writers, we put these characters, year after year, book after book, through the most horrendous trauma, dealing with grief and death and loss and violence. We can’t pretend that these things don’t affect these characters; they have to. If they don’t, then you’re essentially writing cartoons.

Poets have always celebrated grief as one of the deepest human emotions.

Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.

I do a lot of book signings and conventions every year, and I meet a great many readers who are struggling… they’re working through illness, injury, addiction, depression, grief, or some other trauma. It seems to me that there’s a lot of heroism in fighting those things as well, as best you can.

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

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.

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.

What happens when you have great grief in your life is the arteries of that heart begins to spasms down, just literally squeezes down like this because you’re feeling the tension of your life and then the heart muscle itself will also begin – to get stressed out.

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 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.

Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One’s inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one’s public persona.

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.’

The spoken word is man’s physician in grief. For this alone has soothing charms for the soul.

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.

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.

There are many stages of grief.

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

I tried to avoid anything that caused me frustration or grief or duress. I played FarmVille and procrastinated like all teenagers.

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.

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.

Each organ is related to an emotion, and the lungs are related to grief. When you clear your lungs, you eliminate grief and sadness.

Grief, and an estate, is joy understood.

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.

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.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

I think the heartbreak of September 11 – America’s grief not only over the loss of life but also the loss of our own innocence – has expanded us as people because it has tenderized our hearts. On a psychological level, the American people have matured as a result of that awful day.

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.

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.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

Grief jumps out at you when you’re least expecting it.

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.

As you say goodbye to lingering disappointments and unattended grief, you will discover that every person, situation and painful incident comes bearing gifts.

I got plenty of grief for ‘Blackwater,’ because in the books, there’s this huge chain across the harbor that features prominently in the battle. And we simply weren’t able to do it with our budget and do it any justice, so we had to lose it.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

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.

To touch a sore is to renew one’s grief.

Grief – the actual, natural process of it – doesn’t have a schedule that I can work my life around.

One often calms one’s grief by recounting 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.

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.

If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it’s really hard.

Can I see another’s woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, and not seek for kind relief?

Grief is sort of the allowance of feeling.

Grief falls upon human beings as the rain, not selecting good or evil, visiting the innocent, condemning those who have done no wrong.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

To rejoice in another’s prosperity is to give content to your lot; to mitigate another’s grief is to alleviate or dispel your own.

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.