Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.
I am certain that I speak on behalf of my entire nation when I say: September 11th we are all Americans - in grief, as in defiance.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
I can do glamour, but I can also play something like I did in the play 'Wild Justice,' where I was demented with grief and anger, and there was snot coming out of my nose, and my clothes were all over the place.
Denial helps us to pace our feelings of grief. There is a grace in denial. It is nature's way of letting in only as much as we can handle.
Occasionally, Americans in large numbers are moved by a vanquished athlete's grief. Larry Bird with a towel over his head in 1979 comes immediately to mind. But more often, sports fans do the opposite - they delight in the desolation of a defeated archrival.
Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.
As you say goodbye to lingering disappointments and unattended grief, you will discover that every person, situation and painful incident comes bearing gifts.
In my own life, I have found grief to be enormously distorting, particularly if it's sudden or extreme in nature.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.
There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.
I tried to avoid anything that caused me frustration or grief or duress. I played FarmVille and procrastinated like all teenagers.
If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
When grief is deepest, words are fewest.
Having dealt with a lot of real firefighters, I know there are a lot of guys who, for lack of a better term, become addicted to the grief because it has kept them connected to these guys that they felt responsible for having lost.
I felt I couldn't be a good mom anymore, but I didn't want my children to grow up without a mom. I felt I had to end our lives to protect us from any grief or harm.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous.
