I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again.
Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
But loss is a precious stone to me, a nectar Distilled in time, preaching the truth of winter To the fallen heart that does not cease to fall.
You can't really put a time limit on how long someone will grieve.
There is no shortcut to grieving.
It is so much easier to grieve for the dead than to care for the living. At least in death we are all perfect.
I wish I could tell you it gets better. It doesn't get better. YOU get better.
To suppress the grief, the pain, is to condemn oneself to a living death. Living fully means feeling fully; it means becoming completely one with what you are experiencing and not holding it at arm's length.
I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.
Grieving is like being ill. You think the entire world revolves around you and it doesn't.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
Forgiveness is healing. Especially forgiving yourself
nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
I think grief is a huge subject; it's one of the things that everybody is going to confront in one way or another. There's been a lot of books written about how Americans have an odd way of trying to defer grief or minimize the need to grieve. People used to have a lot more ritual grief in their lives. For the most part, we think of it as a strictly temporal process: you grieve for a time and then you're over [it], but it's also a spatial process. It travels across a map.
You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us
I was angry with him before. I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it. Or that I allowed myself to grieve for someone who was never really gone, the same way I grieved for my mother all the years I thought she was dead. Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and it’s been played on me twice.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.
With patience bear what pains you have deserved, Grieve, if you will, over what's unmerited.
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