“The thing about losing any loved one, I think, particularly in a long disease, is that you know that other people have gone through it and are going through it, but I think for every person it feels unique.”
Grieving feeling
Grieving Quotes — page 92 of 132
“Every scar has a life of its own and a space in my heart.”
“I free myself from hatred through forgiveness and love.”
“Death frees from the fear of dying”
“We never lose our loved ones. The accompany us; they don't disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.”
“We can spend our whole lives escaping from the monsters of our minds. (36)”
“I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met around the pile; The multitude was gazing silently; And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien, Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye, Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth; The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon; His death-pang rent my heart! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph, and I wept. Weep not, child! cried my mother, for that man Has said, 'There is no God.'”
“That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.”
“If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.”
“Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.”
“To outlive one's child is a terrible thing, but to do so because your child has taken his or her life is horrible.”
“I lost two of the greatest men I've ever known to assassination - and a son to suicide.”
“Immoderate grief is selfish, harmful, brings no advantage to either the mourner or the mourned, and dishonors the dead.”
“Grief is natural; the absence of all feeling is undesirable, but moderation in grief should be observed, as in the face of all good or evil.”
“The great god Pan is dead.”
“I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.”
“Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.”
“When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.”
“I've had loss in my life, and I like to think my mother's energy lives on in some faintly Buddhist way. I do find some comfort there.”
“My abortion was so long ago I didn't think I needed help. I hoped God had forgiven me but I hadn't realized I didn't forgive myself. After attending this safe, nurturing group I know that I am forgiven and set free.”