Quotes About Mourning

Someone is digging your grave right now.

We've made a graveyard out of the bone white afternoon.

So , I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?

I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:But whether this was false or honest dreamingI beg death's pardon now. And mourn the dead.

It took Emily a long time to realize that Sarah was dead. Sometimes, waking from a dream of childhood filled with Sarah's face and Sarah's voice, she would go and study her own face in the bright bathroom mirror until she found assurance that it was still the face of Sarah's sister, and that it didn't look old.

and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief

I went to the library seeking information on what might bring hearing back, but now I wonder if there's a way to make it go away again. I can't see why our ancestors thought hearing was such a great thing, why they mourned its loss so much. It's jarring and distracting, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

Once, when I was little, I asked her if she'd cried when my father had fallen to his death. At the funeral? I mean, the burial? No, I did not. Because you weren't sad? Because it was nobody's business if I was.

Giti was killed, collecting pieces of her daughter's flesh in an apron, screeching hysterically. Giti's decomposing right foot, still in its nylon sock and purple sneaker, would be found on a rooftop two weeks later. At Giti's fatiha, the day after the killings, Laila sat stunned in a roomful of weeping women. This was the first time that someone whom Laila had known, been close to, loved, had died.

Insa Maya continua sa poarte negru pentru ca exista un fel de doliu care nu se termina niciodata. Dupa cum exista si sentimente si amintiri care nu se sterg niciodata. Doar se estompeaza cu timpul. Nu mai incerca sa scape de trecut, din moment ce acesta era fundamentul pe care se ridicau prezentul si viitorul.

Death had kissed her long and hard with its frozen lips, and her body was stiff. I held her in my arms, hoping the warmth of my body could bring her back to life. Ignoring my brother's presence, I wept uncontrollably. With Lulu in my arms, I walked toward the front lawn. I had chosen a burial site for Lulu - a strip of land under the cherry tree overlooking the street.

To hell with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt and your tongue down my throat like an oxygen tube. Cover me in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

Mozart's pet starling once revised a phrase he wrote. The bird sang it after he played it on the piano, but changed all the sharps to flats. Mozart described it happening in the margin of the score. 'That was beautiful!' he wrote. When the bird died, he sang at its funeral, and read a poem to it.

I'd assumed Jack's death was the worst that I could endure. Matthew might have been preparing me for both of their murders. Dear

to console the girl for the loss of her feathered friend.

"Should I comfort those who do not mourn?" Some preachers are too quick and too willing to hand out pardons to sinners who do not mourn over their crimes!

The women cried with one another, and it didn't seem to matter whether you were Jewish or Christian, you just mourned.

One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.

The freedom-lovers of the world mourn the sad demise of Imam Khomeini.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

This piercing cold I feel:my dead wife's comb, in our bedroomunder my heel…

There is, of course, another anniversary that will follow our Independence Day: your day of mourning, Nakba Day. The Palestinian catastrophe of 1948. Not of 1967, not of the occupation and the West Bank settlements, but of the founding of Israel. That is the heart of the Palestinian grievance against me. My national existence.

Jiazhen ha avuto una bella morte, serena, dignitosa. Non si è lasciata nessun'ombra alle spalle; non come certe donne del villaggio, che anche dopo morte sono oggetto di chiacchiere." Questo vecchio che mi sedeva di fronte usava un tono nel parlare della moglie morta più di dieci anni prima che destava nel mio intimo un senso di ineffabile tenerezza, come un prato verde che vacilla nel vento, vedevo la quiete ondeggiare in un luogo remoto.