Jean-Jacques Rousseau Quotes

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

That grief is light which can take counsel.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

No one could save me from the grief of losing my child or losing my first marriage. I had to do that on my own.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

I know when my parents passed away, I wanted all the support I could get.

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

Many grievers experience intense yearning or longing after a death - more than they experience, say, denial.

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.

[after the death of a loved one] It is when there is nothing more to be done that the reality of the loss often hits with full force.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Drying a widow's tears is one of the most dangerous occupations known to man.

Condole - to show that bereavement is a smaller evil than sympathy.

It's important for us not to lose sight of the fact that this is a family that's grieving and there's been a tremendous loss. And we all have to rally around that piece of it.

You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will be. There is only a gradual wearing away of the sharp edges, so that you don't feel ambushed at every turn, as if you saw the dead suddenly rounding the corner.

Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving.

The light has gone out of my life.

My mother died, and I couldn't stand to look at her bedroom any more. I'd get sick. I've always been a momma's boy.