There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could. — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“It is time to teach society on how to be empathetic with people grieving.” — Nathalie Himmelrich Copy Share Image
“Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed But all the past still yet to come…” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. — Nelson Mandela Copy Share Image
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went. — Will Rogers Copy Share Image
Although our love never dies, the pain of our loss can eventually dissolve. — Judy Tatelbaum Copy Share Image
“I am not alive if I am only a wispy memory in someone’s fickle brain . . .” — Brian M. Holmes Copy Share Image
“Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.” — Jonathan Tropper Copy Share Image
“A survivor who is isolated (whether in physical or emotional distance) from his or her family of origin will experience profound grieving.” — Shannon Thomas Copy Share Image
Happiness is the pleasantest of emotions; because of this, it is the most dangerous. Having once felt happiness, one will do anything… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
My main focus is to try to give myself time to heal...Forgiveness takes time. It is the last step of the grieving… — Elin Nordegren Copy Share Image
The time you spend grieving over a man should never exceed the amount of time you actually spent with him — Rita Rudner Copy Share Image
When people are grieving, it's kind of like a storm, and you need something to grab onto, but often you have to… — Clare Bowen Copy Share Image
Waiting is worse than knowing. Grief rends the heart cleanly, that it may begin to heal; waiting shreds the spirit. — Morgan Llywelyn Copy Share Image
“A four-year-old has so little past, and he remembers almost none of it, neither the father he once had nor the house… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
“It’s painful, loving someone from afar. Watching them – from the outside. The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don't… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
I thought I'd become a funeral director when I wasn't going to be an actor. I thought I would be good at… — Angelina Jolie Copy Share Image
“It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap;… — Johannes Tauler Copy Share Image
What sometimes enrages me and always disappoints and grieves me is the preference of great schools of learning for the derivative as… — Norbert Wiener Copy Share Image
In the fall, you don't grieve because the leaves are falling and dying. You say, "Isn't it beautiful!" Well, we're the same… — Byron Katie Copy Share Image
A man becomes calm in the measure that he understands himself as a thought-evolved being. For such knowledge necessitates the understanding of… — James Allen Copy Share Image
Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother—even after all these years. How powerfully I carry… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
When our children die, we drop them into the unknown, shuddering with fear. We know that they go out from us, and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Our true history is scarcely ever deciphered by others. The chief part of the drama is a monologue, or rather an intimate… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Grieve not that I die young. Is it not well to pass away ere life hath lost its brightness? — Lady Flora Hastings Copy Share Image
