G Quotes
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“Grief doesn't answer to the rules of good sense, she doesn’t answer to any rules at all. Grief is a willful mother fucker who takes what she wants and spits us out where she will.
She will not be rushed. Refuses to be contained. The body of you can sustain blow after blow after blow and remain standing, and then the smallest of breezes will bring the whole thing down.
It took me a long time to make peace with this. To make friends with the raw, keening animal edge of it all. To understand that we all carry our grief differently, that it stacks and morphs and twists and hides—and then when it is ready, it rushes in, eager to finally have its say.”
“Grief doesn’t end; it changes shape and travels with you.”
Source: One in Eight: A Breast Cancer Journey and Practical Guide for Patients, Families, and Workplaces
“Grief doesn’t end.
That’s the myth I want to let go of once and for all.
It doesn’t finish.
It doesn’t fade neatly.
It doesn’t follow a linear arc with a clean moral at the end.
It changes shape.
It tucks itself into different corners of your life.
It surprises you.
It adapts.”
Source: Come As You Are: Five Years Later
“Grief doesn't ever really leave. It becomes a part of your story, but it doesn't have to define it.”
“Grief doesn’t fade — we just grow stronger carrying it.”
“Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.”
Source: Antic hay
“Grief doesn't change you. It reveals you.”
“Grief doesn't fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.”
Source: Men We Reaped: A Memoir
“Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.”
Source: Comfort: A Journey Through Grief
“Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.”
“Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart”
Source: John Adams: Writings from the New Nation, 1784-1826
“Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.”
“Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.”
“Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.”
Source: The Confessions of an English Opium-Eater: And Other Writings
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”
“Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best”
Source: The Way to Wealth and Poor Richard's Almanac
“Grief for futures you won’t see is the price of loving something bigger than yourself.”
“Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry,
hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile,
joy gives you a million reasons to laugh,
and love gives you a billion reasons to rejoice.
Doubt gives you a hundred reasons to cry,
expectation gives you a thousand reasons to smile,
purpose gives you a million reasons to laugh,
and determination gives you a billion reasons to rejoice.
Guilt gives you a hundred reasons to cry,
forgiveness gives you a thousand reasons to smile,
innocence gives you a million reasons to laugh,
and character gives you a billion reasons to rejoice.
Illness gives you a hundred reasons to cry,
health gives you a thousand reasons to smile,
vitality gives you a million reasons to laugh,
and wellness gives you a billion reasons to rejoice.
Death gives you a hundred reasons to cry,
birth gives you a thousand reasons to smile,
life gives you a million reasons to laugh,
and immortality gives you a billion reasons to rejoice.”
“Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry; hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile, joy gives you a million reasons to laugh, and love gives you billion reasons to rejoice.”
“Grief had countless small traps like this - not just the big ache of missing someone, but the small cuts of memories or wishes. People vanished all at once, but the things you wanted to tell them or do with them or show them didn’t.”
Source: Servant of Earth
“Grief had its own life, took its own sustenance.”
“grief had no mercy, time limit, or expiration date..”
Source: Full Measures
“Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.”
Source: Festus: a poem
“Grief has a lasting, and often transformational, impact. It pervades every pore in your body and settles in your soul. You may surely find Happiness over time. But it will be a very different experience being happy again after you have experienced what grief is. What grief does is that it makes you understand contentment as the truest form of Happiness. And that’s what Happiness really is – it lies in living each moment fully, gratefully, with what you have, with what is.”
“Grief has a way of sneaking into our lives uninvited, filling spaces we didn’t even know existed. But what happens when it arrives early, settling in before the loss itself even unfolds? In such situations, this refers to ANTICIPATORY GRIEF. Does grieving early lessen the sting when the final loss occurs? Or if it’s merely a futile attempt to prepare our hearts for something it can never truly be ready for. The begs the question, does anticipatory grief help us cope, or does it only deepen the wound?”
“Grief has a way of sneaking up on you when you're least expecting it. A song, a phrase, a scent...then you're falling into an empty space inside that you thought you'd patched. That you thought could bear the weight.”
Source: Fake Dates and Mooncakes
“Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.”
“Grief has blown me apart, scattering my bones into a desert wasteland where they’ll bake in silence under a merciless sun for a thousand years.”
Source: Pen Pal
“Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.”
“Grief has manners now.
It knocks, waits by the door.
Leaves notes instead of breaking in.
Sometimes I open it a crack,
just to say, “I haven’t forgotten.”
It nods.
And sits with me quietly, like an old friend.”
Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Grief has pulled her out further than she thought she could go. To the edge of what it is possible to bear, of what's habitable, and then further again.”
Source: Bedtime Story
“Grief has taught me that when I'm ready I have the opportunity to carry loves and legacies within me: to honor the tension of love and loss courageously. A keeper of stories. A guardian of memories. A witness of love persisting beautifully and boldly.”
Source: Grief: Process of Healing
“Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet
Could rule them both without ten women's wit.”
Source: The Complete Sonnets and Poems
“Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.”
“Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.”
Source: The Will to Change: Poems 1968-1970
“Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.”
Source: Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
“Grief hits harder when you’re far. The funeral passes while you’re on shift. And your mourning is timed around a lunch break.”
Source: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DREAM: Stories of Grief, Faith, and Silent Strength from an OFW Nurse
“Grief, I’d come to realize, was like dust. When you’re in the thick of a dust storm, you’re completely disoriented by the onslaught, struggling to see or breathe. But as the force recedes, and you slowly find your bearings and see a path forward, the dust begins to settle into the crevices. And it will never disappear completely— as the years pass, you’ll find it in unexpected places at unexpected moments. Grief is just love looking for a place to settle.”
Source: The Collected Regrets of Clover
“Grief, I’d only begun to learn, can be so startling in the morning, it feels like an ambush.”
“Grief, I learned, doesn’t care how hard you attempt to understand her. She doesn’t care if you are already depressed or suffer from suicidal ideation. She doesn’t wait for you to be ready, and the longer you defer her presence, the heavier her weight becomes.”
Source: Where the River Flows: A memoir of loss, love & life with an Eating Disorder
“Grief, I've come to realize, is goodbye said a hundred different times.”
Source: Dagaton
“Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.”
Source: Dark Night of the Soul: A sacrifice to end a life; A rescue to save a soul.
“Grief
In the night I brush
my teeth with a razor”
Source: Book of Hours: Poems
“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.”
“Grief is a circular staircase.”
“Grief is a city all on its own, built high on a hill and surrounded by stone walls. It is a fortress that you will inhabit for the rest of your life, walking its dead-end roads forever. The trick is to stop trying to escape and, instead, to make yourself at home.”
Source: Hum If You Don't Know the Words
“Grief is a country that has no definite borderlines and that recognises no single trajectory. It is a space that did not exist before your loss, and that will never disappear from your map, no matter how hard you rub at the charcoal lines. You are changed utterly, and your personal geography becomes yours and yours only.”
Source: Thin Places
“Grief is a courtship with death”
Source: The Fine Art of Grieving
“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language”
Source: Notes on Grief
“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language. Why are my sides so sore and achy? It’s from crying, I’m told. I did not know that we cry with our muscles. The pain is not surprising, but itsphysicality is: my tongue unbearably bitter, as though I ate a loathed meal and forgot to clean my teeth; on my chest, a heavy, awful weight; and inside my body, a sensation of eternal dissolving. My heart - my actual physical heart, nothing figurative here - is running away from me, has become its own separate thing, beating too fast, its rhytms at odds with mine. This is an affliction not merely of the spirit but of the body, of aches and lagging strength. Flesh, muscles, organs are all compromised. No physical position is comfortable. For weeks, my stomach is in turmoil, tense and tight with foreboding, the ever-present certainty that somebody else will die, that more will be lost. One morning, Okey calls me a little earlier than usual and I think, Just tell me, tell me immediately, who has died now. Is it Mummy?”
Source: Notes on Grief