Quotes for Events - Bereavement

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Quotes for bereavement. We all suffer losses, the death of a loved one being the mightiest. When those you care about go through such great sorrow, you may feel at a loss for words. This section can help you find the right ones. ..and even use a little levity for leavening.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal--every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open--this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
There must be acceptance and the knowledge that sorrow fully accepted brings its own gifts. For there is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom ….
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
I had a little Sorrow, / Born of a little Sin.
Her mind lives tidily, apart / From cold and noise and pain, / And bolts the door against her heart, / Out wailing in the rain.
Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.
Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrow which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
Tzu-yu said, "When mourning gives full expression to grief nothing more can be required."
Jeremiah said: "Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him" (Jeremiah 22.10). Weep not overmuch and bemoan not beyond the measure. What is the measure? Three days for weeping; seven days for bemoaning; thirty days for not donning clothes that have been pressed, and for not having the hair cut. From now on, saith the Lord, ye may not feel more compassion over him than I do.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud, For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. To me and to the state of my great grief Let kings assemble, for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; 'tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
Where there is leisure for fiction there is little grief.
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me!
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year.
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 but strengthened and refined them.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Only those whom we have never possessed can pass away. And we cannot even mourn not having truly possessed this person or that--we have neither time, nor strength nor right to do so, for the most fleeting experience of any real possession . . . casts us back into ourselves with so much force, gives us so much to do there, demands so much loneliest development from us, that it suffices to absorb our individual attention for ever.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
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.
. . . the body remains in a vacuum Gagged, bound, and sick with dread Knowing the words that can't be spoken Searching for words that must be said Dumb, inarticulate, heartbroken.
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.
Life is very insistent; and it always seems to be so when friends sadly leave us.
You know it takes a year, a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing somebody. That's a true saying.
I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint.