C. S. Lewis Quotes About Grief

• Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

  C. S. Lewis

  Life, Grief, Sadness

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.7, Faber & Faber

• No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Healing, Grieving

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.5, Faber & Faber

• Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Long, Valleys

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.29, Faber & Faber

• Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Grieving, Sky

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.8, Faber & Faber

• We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Blessed, Reality

• For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Cutting, Loss

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.28, Faber & Faber

• Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

  C. S. Lewis

  Pain, Grief, Losing Everything

• No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

  C. S. Lewis

  Wisdom, Grief, Yawning

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.5, Faber & Faber

• I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Thinking, Frustration

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.24, Faber & Faber

• No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.

  C. S. Lewis

  Fear, Grief, Yawning

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.5, Faber & Faber

• Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand.

  C. S. Lewis

  Wisdom, Grief, Talking

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.14, Faber & Faber

• People talk as if grief were just a feeling -- as if it weren't the continually renewed shock of setting out again and again on familiar roads and being brought up short by the grim frontier post that now blocks them.

  C. S. Lewis

  Block, Grief, People

• I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Writing, Suffering

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.29, Faber & Faber

• Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Giving, Feelings

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.17, Faber & Faber

• For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round.
  Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Circles, Phases

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.28, Faber & Faber

• My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Grieving, Ideas

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.31, Faber & Faber

• Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

  C. S. Lewis

  Pain, War, Grief

• I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

  C. S. Lewis

  Grief, Sorrow, Maps

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.29, Faber & Faber

• I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.

  C. S. Lewis

  Morning, Grief, Cutting

  C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.27, Faber & Faber

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