Grieving Process Quotes

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Tessa Shaffer
“But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking,

You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love.

Grief is the proof that love is still there.”
Tessa Shaffer, Heaven Has No Regrets

Greer Hendricks
“Grief is a shape-shifter, it defies logic, sneaking up on you when you least expect it and leaving you empty-handed and hollow when you go searching for it.”
Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen, The Golden Couple

Greer Hendricks
“Grief isn’t linear, it isn’t logical. There’s no structure or civility to it. It grabs you when you least expect it and it digs in its nails until you succumb.”
Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen, The Golden Couple

Stewart Stafford
“Closure is when raw memory blurs to become the folklore of life.”
Stewart Stafford

Mark Doty
“…There is some firm place in me which knows that what happened to Wally, whatever it was, whatever it is that death is as it transliterates us, moving us out of this life into what we can’t know, is kind.
I shock myself, writing that. I know that many deaths are anything but gentle. I know people suffer terribly…I know many die abandoned, unseen, their stories unheard, their dignity violated, their human worth ignored.
I suspect that the ease of Wally’s death, the rightness of it, the loving recognition which surrounded him, all made it possible for me to see clearly, to witness what other circumstances might obscure. I know, as surely as I know anything, that he’s all right now.

And yet.

And yet he’s gone, an absence so forceful it is itself a daily hourly presence.
My experience of being with Wally… brought me to another sort of perception, but I can’t stay in that place, can’t sustain that way of seeing. The experience of knowing, somehow, that he’s all right, lifted in some kind process that turns at the heart of the world, gives way, as it must, to the plain aching fact that he’s gone.
And doubt. And the fact that we can’t understand, that it’s our condition to not know. Is that our work in the world, to learn to dwell in such not-knowing?
We need our doubt so as to not settle for easy answers. Not-knowing pushes us to struggle after meaning for ourselves…Doubt’s lesson seems to be that whatever we conclude must be provisional, open to revision, subject to correction by forces of change. Leave room, doubt says, for the unknowable, for what it will never quite be your share to see.
Stanley Kunitz says somewhere that if poetry teaches us anything, it is that we can believe two completely contradictory things at once. And so I can believe that death is utter, unbearable rupture, just as I know that death is kind.”
Mark Doty, Heaven's Coast: A Memoir

Robin Hobb
“Will you be all right?" she asked me. It was not an empty question; she genuinely listened for my reply.
"In time," I told her, and for the first time, I admitted that was true. As disloyal as the thought felt, I knew that as time passed, I would be myself again. And in that moment, I felt for the first time the sensation that Black Rolf had tried to describe to me. The wolfish part of my soul stirred, and, Yes, you will be yourself again, and that is as it should be, I heard near as clearly as if Nighteyes had truly shared the thought with me.”
Robin Hobb, Fool's Errand

Dana Arcuri
“Grief is messy. It's traumatic. Devastating. Confusing. Exhausting. Grief is a natural process of our human experience. May you find comfort in these unexpected places along your journey.”
Dana Arcuri, Sacred Wandering: Growing Your Faith In The Dark

Stewart Stafford
“The Lingerer by Stewart Stafford

Another lonely start,
O shadow companion,
My twin bereft of heart,
On grief’s stormy galleon.

Each step disbelief,
Strangers pass in proximity,
In motion an artist’s relief,
Abstract as infinity.

The quickening pulse of streets,
Tears on cheeks reflective,
This scarred heart missing beats,
Damaged and defective.

Home now just where memory sits,
Perspective greatly shifted,
This shapeless form no longer fits,
The body it was gifted.

And if, my love, you see me now,
I beg you, look away,
Love’s blush departed with a bow,
Then withered and decayed.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

Shoshana D. Kerewsky
“Arguably I would benefit from a nonlinguistic week, but I need language in order to grieve.”
Shoshana D. Kerewsky, Cancer, Kintsugi, Camino: A Memoir

Criss Jami
“May all your tears from grief water the flowers of hope, as though the more the tears, the more the flowers'll grow.”
Criss Jami