Quotes and Captions for Grief & Condolence

But what is grief, if not love persevering?

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

Nothing on earth can compensate the loss of someone who loved us.

I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.

The one who lives in the memories of his loved ones can't be dead; dead is only who's forgotten.

The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.

If this year has taught me anything, it's that grief can destroy a person.

Suffering turns men towards their creator.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, all those who live without love.

Well yeah, and I'm sad. But at the same time, I'm really happy that something can make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive. You know? It makes me feel human. The only way I can feel this sad now, is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautfiul sadness.

It doesn't hurt to feel sad from time to time.

Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

When you lose a lover it's like getting a bad haircut. It grows back in time.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Sad things happen. They do. But we don't need to live sad forever.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

To mourn is not to fear. To grieve is not to admit defeat.

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

It's funny because everything makes me think of you. I read a poem, and I wonder what you'd say about it.
I see people, and I wonder you'd know about them.
Everywhere I go, I run into something, that remindes me of you all over again.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

They say the first year after a major loss is the hardest. That’s an understatement; loss is its own brand of insanity and no relief from it. There are no shortcuts and the only way through grief is through it. You just have to get up every day and wait to go to bed every night, then wake up and do it all over again.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousands winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunnlight in ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.

Oh, you can hear me cry, see my dreams all die
From where you're standing on your own
It's so quiet here, and I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

A thousand deaths, and you recover from each. Not so the mind, the mind is much more fragile. Its scars run deep and do not heal. The brain is encased in a hard bone shell, difficult to breach, but with no defense against that which eats at it from within.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

'til I see you smile
just for me
'til I hear you breathe
calm and free
and until you sleep
I won't let you grieve

You are going to lose people in your life.
And I realize that no matter how much you spent with them,
or how much you appreciated them and told them so,
it will never seem like it was enough.

How will I find this heart of mine?
Taken from me for some time
Here I stand in my pool of tears
Here I'll stay throughout the years

Its so hard to forget someone, who gave you so much to remember.

I love life. Yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like... it makes me feel alive, you know. It makes me feel human. The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautiful sadness.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

It's only once you've stopped, that you realize how hard it is to start again. So you force yourself not to want it.

Eragon: 'The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.'

We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

If I knew that today would be the last time I'd see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul.
If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I'd embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more.
If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I'd take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again.
If I knew this is the last time I see you, I'd tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing, do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping willow, stop your tears. There is something to calm you fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart. But I know he'll always be in your heart.