Grief Quote by Emmy Laybourne Download Open image ““Sometimes, when you'd least expect it, the grief would chop your legs out from under you.”” — Emmy Laybourne ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Grief
“I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Grief was a hell of a thing. Some days you climbed the walls and others you couldn’t get out of bed. Just when you… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Somehow I know that eventually we'll fall back into step, so the pain is the low hum of detachment rather than the screaming stab… — Cat Patrick Copy Share Image
“I experienced a form of grief so intense and pure I thought it would kill me.” — William Boyd Copy Share Image
“... Grief is a tricky thing, and it doesn't always manifest in the way we expect it to.” — Elizabeth Finn Copy Share Image
“I felt like crawling off and finding a way to kick myself in the rear. One twist of the leg, might not be too… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“Grief rose up in him and, knowing it would be too much to face, shoved it down.” — Jason Andrew Bond Copy Share Image
“But I wouldn’t sit in my room, couldn’t allow myself to mourn and mope and weep and sleep. So I would venture out, even… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.” — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“Fortunately, by the time I'd gotten to the stairs I had finished gasping and stepping on dead people, so I was pretty prepared for… — April White Copy Share Image
“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.”… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“And then I saw Niko. He had sunk down to his knees and had his face in his hands. I went over to him.… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“There I saw Chloe, freshly bathed, wrapped in a towel, eating fun-size butterfingers one after another like a chain smoker and watching me like… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“Your mother hollers that you're going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don't stop and hug her… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“We were a good team. I was glad we had decided to work on being friends. She was holding up her end of the… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“The cries of the other kids got louder: “The bus is on fire!” “It’s going to explode!” and “We’re going to die!” And I… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“All right," Jake said, clapping his hands. "Which one of you little punks is gonna teach me how to play Chutes and Ladders?” — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“I guess I could go and get a bunch of knives from the Kitchen aisles and throw them at the intruders. So lame. I… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“I started to sing. Yes, sing. "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy. Yankee Doodle Do or die." I let go of Henry and Caroline and… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“Night came and fell hard. Not like God drawing a blanket over our land But like someone snuffing a candle. Sudden and total. Out—just… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“Never lough out somebody's failure, cause tomorrow should be you!” — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“...they had lived, they'd lived intensely. But no matter how deeply you live, it comes to this in the end: one of you will… — Brian Morton Copy Share Image
“You must understand the pain and grief of losing someone is nothing more than a function of survival.” — Steven Cooper Copy Share Image
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down — Thrity Umrigar Copy Share Image
... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
You dont choose your life; it chooses you. Theres no point asking why life has reserved certain joys or griefs, you just accept them… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“When we learn to attribute meaning to the events in our lives, we connect with our Higher Purpose, Higher Wisdom, or Source; we become… — Susan Barbara Apollon Copy Share Image
Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image