Quotes about Grief
The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
- Khalil Gibran
Existence, after losing her, would be hell.
- Emily Bronte
In every cloud, in every tree — filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women — my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
- Emily Bronte
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:
- Emily Bronte
There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.
- Emily Bronte
The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
- Emily Bronte
If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.
- Emily Bronte
And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
- Emily Bronte
For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
- Emily Bronte
While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored
- Emily Bronte
And my heart aches, in hopeless pain Exhausted with repinings vain, That I shall greet them ne'er again!
- Emily Bronte
Be free from grief not through insensibility like the irrational animals, nor through want of thought like the foolish, but like a man of virtue by having reason as the consolation of grief.
- Epictetus