Grieving And Healing Quotes

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain. It is a sorting process. One by one you let go of the things that are gone and you mourn for them. One by one you take hold of the things that have become a part of who you are and build again.

Real grief is not healed by time... if time does anything, it deepens our grief. The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who she was for us, and the more intimately we experience what her love meant for us. Real, deep love is, as you know, very unobtrusive, seemingly easy and obvious, and so present that we take it for granted. Therefore, it is only in retrospect - or better, in memory - that we fully realize its power and depth. Yes, indeed, love often makes itself visible in pain.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.

Dreams are more powerful than facts.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

Death cannot kill what never dies.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.

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

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

Why bad things happen to good people

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

One can choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances.

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

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

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing...that is a friend who cares.

Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.