Quotes About Mourning

I want a book that acknowledges that life goes on, but death goes on too, that a person who is dead is a long, long story. You move on from it, , but the death will never disappear from view.

One is left so much on one's own. People are shy of the bereaved. They don't quite know what to be.

Speak no more of his renown.Lay your earthly fancies down,And in the vast cathedral leave him.God accept him, Christ receive him.

Bury the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation.

Bodiless we don't suffer: in a dream we aren't hungry, don't mourn you.

as soon as the grief as soon as a ghost begins to shake me from the inside

There must have been a problem, we offer. God must have something even better around the corner, we propose. Must He? Here, then is my Lenten plea for the day: let the mourning mourn. Grant those who grieve the dignity to ask questions. Bestow upon the bewildered permission to not edit their honesty. Crucifixion is, after all, serious work.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief

Para hacerme sentir que, con cada cuerpo que se desplomaba ante una tapia de ladrillos rojos, volvían a matarlos a todos, a matarnos con ellos, a quitarnos a todas un pedazo de vida en cada ausencia

Si por mí sólo ha latido su noble corazón, hoy mudo y yerto, ¿he de mostrarme desagradecido y olvidarla, no más porque ha partido y dejarla, no más porque se ha muerto?

Franklin was the best known of the Founding Fathers. His death could not go without some sort of official notice. The House of Representatives, after listening to a brief tribute by James Madison, voted to wear badges of mourning for two months and then got on with business.

My granny was always mourning about the fact I wear dull, stained jeans or don't brush my hair.

At some level it's still hard for me to admit that my father died. I can talk about it and around it, but those two words. 'He died.' What can that possibly mean? That I won't get to hear his voice again?

Firemen have a culture of death. There are rituals, carefully constructed for the living, to process the dead.

The assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. made me very, very sad, and I mourned and I cried like many of our citizens did.

When Rajesh Khanna died, I cried so much, my husband was confused.

I cried inconsolably when Sridevi passed away, I also went to see her and paid my last respects.

My experience of my father's death was that it was still taboo; nobody would meet me after my father died because they didn't know what to say.

put the book in my pocket and step away from his body. On one side, Janet takes my hand. On the other, Candy loops her arm in mine. Good thing. Looking at Vidocq lying there, I get that disembodied feeling again, like maybe if someone wasn't holding me I'd blow away on the breeze.

Grief isn't a luxury; it's an appropriate response to loss. You don't just will it away. If you allow it to run its course, it will fade with time, but if you ignore it or pretend it doesn't exist, it only gets worse.

We can bemoan what we have lost, or we can be grateful to have been blessed with something to mourn.

Grief isn't a luxury, it's an appropriate response to loss. You don't just will it away. If you allow it to run its course, it will fade with time, but if you ignore it or pretend it doesn't exist, it only gets worse.

Live desired in the world, and die lamented.