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Grief Inspirational Bereavement Quotes

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Grief Inspirational Bereavement Quotes

“Life is like the two sides of a coin: sometimes brutal, other times full of wonder and joy. I accept both, and I’m not afraid of either. I can lean into both and learn the lessons each has to offer. Doing this would help me get out of my victim mode and do something good with this terrible situation. I’m so thankful to see the world from this new perspective—what an incredible gift Isaac has given me from the other side.”

“Perhaps ... To R.A.L. Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel one more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of you. Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet, Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away. Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there. But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.”

“I thought the stars wouldn't shine, When you are gone, I thought that all the light, Would vanish from the sun. Let them stay forever then, Let their presence comfort me, Perhaps somewhere my love is still there, In some secret place where beautiful things run free.”

“I won't be bringing flowers, They cannot reach you where you are. Ashes would return into ashes, But the ashes won't bring you home. I won't be bringing flowers, They'd wither away and die. I'd bring instead some butterflies, To help you reach the skies.”

“Sometimes there is a sadness, That even tears cannot speak. My heart alone knows the pain, A pain so sharp and deep. Why then do I hold on? Why do I follow where it leads? Ah, perhaps because it draws me closer, It carries me where it is sweet.”

“You have no idea how grief will take you. The same with severe illness, motherhood, any profound experience. You don’t know yourself. Others don’t know you. These events show who you are. And you’ll be surprised, shocked even. You’ll feel the way you feel when you’ve done a particularly offensive-smelling shit – That couldn’t possibly have come out of me – and start to rationalize it – Must be that bag of pistachios I ate earlier, or perhaps I am unwell. You can’t believe you could do something so foul and unrecognizable. Something so outside yourself.”

“But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.”

“I believe that it IS possible to live every day in the consciousness that is experienced as unconditional love.”

“We can treat each other with compassion, with unconditional love, and a knowing that such a world enables a completely different experience for each and all of us.”

“I believe that it is the relationship with self that sets the tone for every other relationship in our lives.”

“Both my experiences of being well-loved on the one hand and being loved conditionally on the other influenced the development (or lack) of my self-love.”

“I have moved through so many negative and positive feelings about myself. All of it has been conspiring to open my mind and my heart to who I am today.”

“I hope that in sharing my experience and this wisdom, others in their own grieving process may find some hope in moving through their own experiences of loss.”

“I had experienced unconditional love, I lost it, I started searching for it again . . . and then, I found it had been within me all along.”

“Adoption is a beautiful, burdensome blessing.”

“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.”