G Quotes
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“Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.”
Source: The Silence of the Girls
“Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the ‘fragile film of the present’ felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried.”
Source: Zorrie
“Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.”
“Grief seems like feeling unbroken one moment and breaking into pieces in another, walking away from places that bring back the memory of what once was there, who once lived there, swaying in rage, caught in a fog of depression, acceptance and denial, slow waning of interest, a desire to retreat in aloneness as if it is beyond the understanding of this world of your colossal loss, searching for that familiar face while walking down the streets.....”
“Grief shakes our foundations so hard sometimes it can open up cracks for healing to seep in”
“Grief shared was grief lessened.”
“Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.”
Source: Manfred
“Grief starts before anyone has gone missing.”
Source: Sparks Like Stars
“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.”
“Grief suffocated. Grief paralysed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe.”
Source: Babel
“Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief”
Source: Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic
“Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.”
Source: The Antigone of Sophocles: An English Version by Dudley Fitts and Robert Fitzgerald
“Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.”
“Grief
The borrowed handkerchief
where she wept
returned to me months later,
starched, pressed.”
Source: Book of Hours: Poems
“Grief, the doorway to a new world.
Gone are they, but are they gone?
For now, they return in thousand forms,
as timeless tales, as poems of light,
to speak of lives once lived,
of loves once shared.
Is it closed, or is it open?”
“Grief, thought Marian, was not the melancholy mourning of a loss, not the long and dwindling ache that ballads sang of. It was forgetting, and remembering, again and again, an endless series of slashes, each as violent and sharp as the last. It was execution by a thousand different wounds, it was bleeding to death so slowly that you are certain it will never end, that you will suffer this torture for eternity, long after your natural life has ended. You are Prometheus, and instead of your liver, the eagle is tearing out your heart.”
Source: Sherwood
“Grief to me is a dish best eaten alone, in a cold room.”
Source: The Unmarriageable Man: A Novel
“Grief transforms you into someone you can't even recognize. For some it becomes a hard swim to the shores, becoming a fight for the light...and for the rest, they remain baffled forever in the thick fog of grief...”
“Grief transforms you into someone you can't even recognize. For some, it becomes a hard swim to the shores, for it becomes a fight for the light, and for the rest, they remain baffled forever in the thick fog of grief.”
“Grief transforms you into someone you can't even recognize. For some it becomes a hard swim to the shores, for it becomes a fight for the light...and for the rest, they remain baffled in the thick fog of grief...”
“grief travels a certain route-that if you could plot it out on a map you'd have a line that twists and weaves and eventually ends up near the point of departure. I say "near" because although you may survive the grief, you won't ever be exactly the same.”
Source: Say Goodnight, Gracie
“Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it...We might expect that we will be prostrate, inconsolable, crazy with loss. We do not expect to be literally crazy, cool customers who believe that their husband is about to return and need his shoes. In the version of grief we imagine, the model will be 'healing.' A Certain forward movement will prevail. The worst days will be the earliest days. We imagine that the moment to most severely test us will be the funeral, after which this hypothetical healing will take place. When we anticipate the funeral we wonder about failing to 'get through it,' rise to the occasion, exhibit the 'strength' that invariably gets mentioned as the correct response to death. We anticipate needing to steel ourselves for the moment: will I be able to greet people, will I be able to leave the scene, will I be able even to get dressed that day? We have no way of knowing that this will not be the issue. We have no way of knowing that the funeral itself will be anodyne, a kind of narcotic regression in which we are wrapped in the care of others and the gravity and meaning of the occasion. Nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.”
“Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.”
Source: The Year of Magical Thinking: The Play
“Grief undulates, slips thin like air in and through heart, body, and soul. It moves unnamed, unknown. A fleeting thing that is, for better or worse, forever here to stay.
What this book does not do—and what I could never do—is attempt to put a definitive grasp on grief. Grief cannot be quantified; it swells and looms large, only to shrivel and hide when sought out and sized. Grief is one thing to one person and presents a whole new face to another. It is emotion and embodied; it is expressed and it emits. It is body, spirit, mind, and soul. Hidden and seen. Felt and perceived.
It is no one thing, for it is everything and everywhere all at once. It is in and around me. And—whether you feel it, fight it, or fear it—grief is in and around you too.”
Source: Matter of Little Losses: Finding Grace to Grieve the Big (and Small) Things
“Grief wants to be seen, heard, and listened to... just like we do.”
Source: Permission to Grieve: Creating Grace, Space, & Room to Breathe in the Aftermath of Loss
“Grief was a demon of possession. When people talked of time healing wounds, they only meant that over time you become accustomed to that demon inside you, and what at first felt like an invasive presence, alien and nefarious, slowly became integrated into your being, the imp of sorrow crouched within you for the remainder of your days.”
Source: 40
“Grief was a loneliness that felt like a planet.”
Source: Notes on an Execution
“Grief was even more difficult when one had a small army of onlookers.”
Source: The Duke And I
“Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.”
Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel
“Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.”
Source: The Body Farm
“Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.”
Source: The Shell Seekers
“Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.”
Source: The Exiled Queen
“Grief was love with nowhere to go
The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife”
“Grief was messy. It didn’t have the elegance of longing, the poetry of heartbreak; its wholeness made it solid, its certainty made it base.”
“Grief was something that moved in and stayed. Maybe it moved from one side of the room to the other, farther away from the window, but it was always there; a part of you that you couldn’t wish or pray or drink or exercise away.”
“Grief was the counterpoint of love. The more a person loves something, the more painful sorrow became when that something disappeared. She loved Nash with every ounce of her being, so when he went away he took her entire soul with him." ~Lydia Michaels WAKE MY HEART (Jasper Falls 1)”
Source: Wake My Heart
“Grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning because it wasn't the absence of everything you lost—it was the culmination of it all, your love, your happiness, your bittersweets, wound tight like a knotted ball of yarn.”
Source: The Dead Romantics
“Grief wasn't simply a shadow that followed people around; it was the worst sort of companion.”
Source: Kingdom of the Feared
“Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.”
“Grief, when it comes like this,
arrives without a knock.
It wraps around the wrist
when I hear a song I don’t skip fast enough.
It sits in the passenger seat
when I pass a street I swore I’d never return to.
Some feelings never got spoken.
Some wounds were too polite to bleed.
I let them rot quietly
like fruit forgotten in a fridge corner,
sweetness gone sour,
but still too familiar to throw away.”
Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Grief will happen either as an open healing wound or a closed festering wound, either honestly or dishonestly, either appropriately or inappropriately. But emotions will be expressed.”
“Grief will not kill you, but not grieving will harm you immensely.”
Source: Subversive Acts of Humanity : A Survival Guide for Choosing Evolution over Self-Destruction
“Grief works its way on people differently. Some sulk, or become morose, or weep and scream a vengeance at the gods.”
Source: Gather Together in My Name
“Grief wraps around people, takes them to a place they would not go otherwise.”
Source: Between The Tides
“Grief
You plunge one in many emotions
Betrayal, Despair, Depression, Fear, Anger
Grief
You are more difficult to face than Death
Grief
Please let my faith stay stronger than you
Grief
I so wish you eventually lose out to love
(Page 58)”
Source: A Mother's Cry... A Mother's Celebration
“Grief, Yui had once told him, is something you ingest every day, like a sandwich cut into small pieces, gently chewed and then calmly swallowed. Digestion was slow.
And so, Takeshi thought, joy must work the same way.”
Source: The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World
“Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest to the clouds. Thou shakest us with ague, but also thou steadiest like frost. Thou sickenest the heart, but also thou healest its infirmities.”
Source: Confessions of an English Opium-eater: And, Suspiria de Profundis
“Grief's darkness fades in the sunlight of thanksgiving.”
“Grief, a type of sadness that most often occurs when you have lost someone you love, is a sneaky thing, because it can disappear for a long time, and then pop back up when you least expect it.”
“Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.”
Source: Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith