Sentence examples for grief hit from inspiring English sources
It was only when we let our guards down, took ourselves out into the country, got in touch with nature and, through nature, our childhoods, that grief hit us hardest.
Against the backdrop of frivolity, Val's husband Pollard's grief hit hard and he took her coffin for a joyride in the hearse, adding that touch of drama and raw emotion that Val would have wanted.
Grief hit Ms. Jolie hard — and led, oddly, not to "Changeling" but to "Wanted," a blood-splashed, R-rated comic-book adaptation in which she gives what she wryly called "my Clint Eastwood performance" as a ruthless, almost superhuman gunslinger who utters barely two dozen lines.
The grief hit me in my mid-thirties without warning.
It's an incredible documentary, thanks to Amfo's willingness to be so open, cry when she needs to and pinpoint those precise moments when grief hits.
"They have no idea where they are," said Wayne Hahn, a local store owner who watches a daily parade of vehicles come to grief — hitting fences, shearing mirrors from cars and becoming stuck at the bottom of Wedmore's lone hill.
The freight train of grief hits you at the most mundane times: when you're making the teas at work, or driving home one night, or decorating the Christmas tree, or feeding the guinea pigs, or shopping for a new pair of trainers.
"... it sort of comes over you and the grief hits you and it really is like falling into a deep pit, it's a horrible feeling and I couldn't sort of get out of it, and I couldn't see any way out... because I'm seventy five, I shall soon be seventy six and I couldn't see what I could do with my life at that age, and I'd been with [husband] for fifty one years".
"Has nobody told you?" I waited for the grief to hit, but it never came.
This unseen grief would hit me out of the blue – often when I was driving and listening to some music, or walking my dog.
There are still moments, needle-sharp but increasingly infrequent, when "the full grief will hit me and my heart will toss like a horse's head," as Derek Walcott, a poet my friend loved, once wrote.
