Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes

I was horrified. Absolutely heart sick. All I could think of was that after 23 years together, I'd lost my faithful ally. I couldn't sleep, couldn't get the loss out of my mind. It was like discovering that someone in my family had died.

God is inviting you today to appropriately grieve your pains and losses and to acknowledge the world is seriously broken.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

Grief, of course, is not something that operates according to a specific time frame, and it seems cold to suggest otherwise. Yet when we do not grasp that God is present in pain, we eventually insist on victory or, worse, blame the sufferer for not "getting over it" fast enough. This is more than a failure to extend compassion; it's an exercise in cruelty.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

I lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don't know if I will ever get over it.

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.

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

I lost my husband, and it's a horrific thing to live through.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

Losing someone you love is tough.

Grief is a very scary thing, and there comes a point where it can really take you down.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.

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.

Bones heal, but the loss of my friend will never heal.

I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)

The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of my heart, and sealed it up for ever on my best affections. Deep affliction has only made them stronger; it ought, I think, for it should refine our nature.