Quotes About Mourning

Ehe, 24 hours have gone from my father dead. It was yesterday, he suicided yesteday in the morning. Even and more than 24 hours!

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

By mourning for a loss in past, we are allowing the problem to persist, grow and even take control over our entire life.

when she heard the grand title and the great name, her face had taken on that indifferent look—no, more than indifferent, hostile, contemptuous—which is the sign of frustrated desire in proud and passionate natures. Albertine's nature was splendid, but its hidden qualities had been able to develop only under the restrictions constituted by our tastes, or our mourning for the tastes which we have had to renounce

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;

I learned that a death had occurred during the day which distressed me greatly, that of Bergotte.

I realized Grant would not say kaddish for her, so I did, for the next year. As I was reciting the words, which were nonsense to me, day after day, just rhythmic syllables, I began to realize I needed to learn Hebrew. It was maddening and embarrassing that I had no idea at all what I was saying every day, facing east and thinking of my mother whose face I would never see again except in dreams -- in dreams again and again.

Mourning is not forgetting,' he said gently, his helplessness vanishing and his voice becoming wise. 'It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the knot. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.

Life has a way of turning things around. Those who mourn well know this. As a result, they also live well--with courage and curiosity.

One reason that Freud views creativity as a valuable antidote to symptoms—and let us recall that symptoms are, by definition, indicators of psychic inflexibility—is that he believes it to be an active means of mourning loss.

Creativity facilitates the work of mourning.

One way to understand the matter is to recognize that when we mourn, we not only grieve the vanishing of treasured objects, but also those versions of ourselves that thrived within a particular (now lost) relational dynamic. In this manner, loss compels us to discard outmoded facets of the self. While this may give rise to bouts of regret and nostalgia, in the final analysis it serves to replenish the self in that it engenders new inner intensities and unforeseen psychic possibilities.

On this view, our capacity to mourn—or, more properly, our capacity to not be intimidated by the inevitable prospect of mourning—is what makes satisfaction and enjoyment possible; our happiness cannot be divorced from our understanding of mourning as a process that, paradoxically enough, facilitates, rather than impedes, life.

So it has been, again and again throughout my life, as I form connections with people and then lose them to distance and time. I mourn those losses, even when I know my erstwhile friends are safe and happy among their own kin.

When someone you love, dies, it's as if they leave you with half shares of your life together. The person you were in their eyes dies with them.

The Spanish and Cuban people have the same kind of wakes the Irish do. They go on for two or three days and drink a lot of booze and eat a lot of food.

When we make mistakes, we can use the process of NVC mourning and self-forgiveness to show us where we can grow instead of getting caught up in moralistic self-judgments.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

I, first of all, felt a great sense of loss, a sense of condolence for the friends that I had that were killed in that, for the loved ones.

When one has lost a friend one's eyes should be neither dry nor streaming. Tears, yes, there should be, but not lamentation.

Mujer de sal y rocío tu corazón sigue en celo y tu voz está de duelo como la tierra y el río.

During the funeral, I realized that I couldn't stop sighing. I later read that sighing is one way we process grief. It is a physiological response to distress.

Grief was as individual as a fingerprint.