Romain Rolland Quotes

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

My mother died, and I couldn't stand to look at her bedroom any more. I'd get sick. I've always been a momma's boy.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

I think grieving is the same for everybody that lost someone you love deeply. It's the same. You know, you're really no different than anybody else who's lost somebody they adored.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

It must be sad to outlive aught we love.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam