100 Heart-Wrenching & Powerful Quotes About Losing A Loved One

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we’ll see that person again—or perhaps knowing that we won’t.

Tears have a wisdom all their own. They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and to work through his sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Death. It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Death laughs, no one else does.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on.

They say, the sun brings life to the world. The sun will rise and look is it not a corpse? Everything is dead and there are corpses everywhere. Just people and around them silence…that is the world! Love one another…who said that? Whose command is that? The pendulum swings unfeelingly, antagonistically. It’s two o’clock at night. Her slippers are standing by her bed, as if waiting for her….No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what shall I do?

Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing….

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
but
I shall go on living.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it.

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.

Love is stronger than death even though it can’t stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can’t separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.

Tears water our growth.

Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love; cleaving the heart they held with their passing.

Say not in grief he is no more, but live in thankfulness that he was.

Grief is like a ball of string, you start at one end and wind. Then the ball slips through your fingers and rolls across the floor. Some of your work is undone but not all. You pick it up and start over again, but you never have to begin again at the end of the string. The ball never completely unwinds. You’ve made some progress.

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.