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“I have heard countless sad stories since. I witnessed people come into the room for their first group with rounded shoulders, crumpled in grief. I have said, “It’s okay,” a thousand times as a griever sniffles and apologizes for their tears. But what I’ve also seen is the shriveled griever straighten and strengthen as they surprise themselves with a resilience they never thought they were capable of.”

“This has gone on longer than I anticipated, but I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. To feel as if you're left behind, or like your life is in shambles and there's no guidebook to tell you how to stitch it back together. But time will slowly heal you, as it is doing for me. There are good days and there are difficult days. Your grief will never fully fade; it will always be with you -- a shadow you carry in your soul -- but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter. You will learn to live outside of it again, as impossible as that may sound. Others who share your pain will also help you heal. Because you are not alone. Not in you fear or you grief or your hopes or your dreams. You are not alone.”

“Growing up, I loved to throw pebbles into the lake near my grandparents’ cottage. The pebble hit the water with a loud splash and ripples would fan out from the point of impact. The water would shift and change through the ripples. It would never be the same as it had been before the pebble hit. To me, loss and grief are much like those pebbles, the water, and the ripples. A death or other loss occurs and strikes the waters of your life with a resounding splash. From that moment, your life is changed in a multitude of ways – painful, jarring, challenging, and ultimately, often transformative ways.”

“I always think of grief like an ocean," I say. "At first, the water is rougher than you knew possible. Tidal waves one after the other, no let-up, pulling you under. All you can do is drift and hope you’ll come up for air before it’s too late. Then, slowly . . . Eventually . . . There will be a gap long enough for you to take a lungful of oxygen before you’re pulled back under. This part lasts the longest, living for the brief moment you can breathe again. But over time the waves ease, the gap between them lengthens. And while you’re floating, you grow a little bit stronger. You know they’ll keep coming. It’s all the water knows. But you’re prepared. You know how to ride it out. That the lull will come again . . . sooner or later.”

“Procession by Stewart Stafford Stop me carrying the burden alone, For I cannot bear the crushing weight, Put your arm around me as I reciprocate, Together, we will walk the needed steps. If our shoulders shudder, we will steady, You will help me as I will help you, Together, as one, we shall go forward, One foot in front of the other. When the strain grows too great, We will lay our mighty cross down, An altar coffin, and genuflecting, Rejoin the mourning congregation. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“Das im Artikel beschriebene Unglück berührt uns nicht, es ist zu weit weg von uns. Es ist nur eine pikante Story, in der es um Geld, Recht, Macht, Schuld, Prominenz, Zuwanderung und Politik geht. Wenn aber hier in der Poster-Community ein Vater zu uns spricht und uns anvertraut, dass sein Kind erst vor kurzem im Alter von sechzehn Jahren gestorben ist, dann macht es einen Stick, dann spüren wir selbstden Schmerz und fühlen mit. Plötzlich hat nämlich >>einer aus unserer Mitte<< ein Kind verloren. Einer von uns, jeder von uns! Und das erst entlockt uns unser persönliches Mitgefühl und Beileid.”

“When we lose someone we love and we also lose a part of ourselves, it's something more. When who we have lost is so deeply connected to who we are, when we are inextricably linked not only to a person but to our connection to them, the loss of our relationship is often a loss of our own self. That is why such loss stretches beyond being heartbroken to being soulbroken.”

“Grief is a ghost that visits without warning. It comers in the night and rips you from your sleep. It fills your chest with shards of glass. It interrupts you mid-laugh when you're at a party, chastising you that, just for a moment, you've forgotten. It haunts you until it becomes a part of you, shading you breath for breath.”

“Unconditional love in my family was rare; you had to earn love, but it proved to be an elusive goal, the artist's vanishing point, unreachable in the distance. The more I tried to earn my parents' respect, the more it backfired, having the opposite effect (191).”

“I realize it has taken the death of both my parents for me to finally begin to see who I am, but not through their eyes. I’ll never forget them; my parents I have been in lockstep ever since I was young child, but their words drowned out my own voice. I’m starting to come into my own. (240)”