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Some losses never heal you just learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then
Life goes on. Except for my mother.
The memory of you saddened my joys, but consoled my sorrows.
Loss is a part of life, that doesn't make it easy ... that makes it inevitable ...
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing
Don't grieve. Don't grieve. I shall be there/Look for my footprint on the air.
The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.
Grieving needs space, and it needs so much time. And it needs to be done; it cannot be trodden round or not looked in the eye.
The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
After our loved one dies: we cry, not because they left; but because they left us.
I'm at a loss for words. But even my loss is amplified.
Remember play the games, and don't let on that you know... mourn me even if you still feel me.
Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.
There is no grief like heartbreak.
To grieve is something extremely difficult, we don't even know how to begin to grieve, and I don't know how you can be taught to grieve.
Time heals many wounds but this loss becomes the defining sadness of your life.
Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
Don't be sad for what you have lost, be happy for the experience.
Grief, like a tree, has tears for its fruit.
Do not grieve the gone,
For life is just a loan,
A miracle, a gift for ones who come from within,
To love and carry on.
Life goes on. And so does death.
Grief doesn't come in a landslide. It seeps in,while you are sleeping. First you start in dreaming. Then your wake-up time carries over the sadness. And last your whole days are filled like a tumbler of water,filled with an aching that drips over the edge and doesn't have anywhere to go.
No one should have to grieve alone ...
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.
The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.
Don't get stuck in your grieving, look to heaven ... God has more in store for you.
Your grief will fade ... It's hard to believe this now, my friend ... but it will wither and, like a flower, leave behind always a seed of possibility.
Life does go on.
The better we grieve, the better we live
He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
Dont grieve any more, see I am coming up with you everyday now, and if there is anything the matter, you can come to me.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
I mourn the piece of myself that I gave away and will never get back
Hold on to the love, not the loss.
Grief is a little like being in a fresh snowfall. A light, cold curtain falls between you and the rest of the world.
Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.
Too many people try to assuage pain that can never be eradicated. All you can do is salute the grief, acknowledge that you carry it, too, and that even though we all travel that path alone, we are not alone in traveling it.
The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest ...
In life there is not time to grieve long.
We weep as we witness the dead of a loved one.
(So why grieve? The worst of it, for him, is over.) Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing. Only there is nothing left to do. Free
Outcasts always mourn.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
We are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.
For a moment you forget how much the loss hurts. Then you remember and it buries you.
Grief is devastating, all-consuming. But grief merely visits friends, even the closest. It stays much longer, probably forever, with the family, but that was probably how it should be.
Although our love never dies, the pain of our loss can eventually dissolve.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.
My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.
Life will go on.
Grieve. so that you can be free to feel something else.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
. rip . . . tear . . . kill
Everybody has losses - it's unavoidable in life. Sharing our pain is very healing.
I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.
My lonely eyes looked over the graves. I wept.
This was not a loss that could be shared. Grief was a place every person had to go alone, a lonely country populated by mistakes and a futile desire to turn back time for an impossible do-over.
It must be sad to outlive aught we love.
Grief is one big, gaping hole, isn't it? It's everywhere and all consuming. Some days you think you can't go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair. Some days you don't want to go on because it's easier to give up than to get hurt again.
No one can share in your sorrow.
Do not grieve when something good ends, be glad that it happened.
I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.
Grieving is messy and horrible, and it takes too long, and everyone tells you what you need.
Memory is the only friend of grief.
Why do you grieve so uselessly? Every uncertainty is the result of a certainty. There is nothing in this world really to be lamented.
And when the work of grieving is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From that gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.
The road of grief is often long and lonely and many stones need to be moved out of the way, but it is not without its lighter moments.
The sun has set in your life; it is getting cold. The hundreds of people around you cannot console you for the loss of the one.
Mourning has its place but also its limits.
Grief is like a long journey
You wake each morning in a different place
That's painful always to lose.
It's alright to grieve, but you must not allow grief to rule you.
Grief is like a roller coaster. Somedays we feel up and other days we feel down.
It's always hard to lose somebody. It leaves a hole in you heart that never grows back.
parting is such a sweet sorrow
He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.
The perpetual mourner
the grief that can never be healed
is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning
a new acquaintance with grief.
I used to think you could only grieve for things you'd actually lost.
it's possible to miss what you've never had, to mourn for it.
Life and love go on...
ANYONE WHO HAS EVER GRIEVED knows that grieving carries with it a tremendous wear and tear to the body itself, never mind the soul. Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.
Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.
And when that bad news washes over you and that pain sponges in, I just hope you feel like you've always got two choices. One, you can swirl and twirl and gloom and doom forever. Or two, you can grieve, and then face the future with newly sober eyes.
Grief is loved turned into an eternal missing ... It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.
Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.
I'm crying tears over the death of something that never even had the chance to live.
[...] we grieved for both our lives, in which we were both more dead than alive.
But I guess that's the way it is. When you lose something irreplaceable, you don't mourn for the thing you lost. you mourn for yourself.
Every time there are losses, there are choices to be made. You choose to live your losses as passages to anger, blame, hatred, depression and resentment, or you choose to let these losses be passages to something new, something wider, and deeper.
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.
Grief has pushed us apart like repelling magnets: no matter how hard we try to reach each other, there's a gulf between us that we just can't bridge.
Grief has a ruthless commonality.
You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
Loss is a strange thing. It comes without a warning. It rips your heart to shreds and lets you learn to live with the pieces. It never lets you heal, but eventually, the memories you carry will help you learn to live with the pain of knowing that you will never see your loved one again.
I do not propose to go on as I have been, feeding on the gall of my own grief. For you grieve, and yet you live, and are useful, and bring life to others.