Quotes About Mourning

The dead are too much with us.

It's not natural to outlive your child. This has always been my greatest fear.

Our own ways of mourning may be unique, but the human capacity to grieve deeply is something we share with other animals.

Children who are permanently separated from their parents face a mourning process that is similar to children's reactions to a parent's death. In fact, the parents, with their connection and resources and care, are permanently lost to children. The literature that describes children's reactions to a loss of the parent through death is quite relevant to the population of later-placed adopted children, or children in the foster care system who have lost attachment figures.

We have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

I began to call friends and relatives. Some called me. They'd heard the news on the radio. Others just came by. I greeted each one in the foyer. Few words were spoken. Mostly, we embraced. People often say they don't know what to say to someone like me at a time like this. Nothing need be said. The presence of those you care about is comfort enough; a warm embrace communicates far more than words do.

When Joseph died on September 21, 1904, the agency physician reported the cause of death as "a broken heart.

It was sad when Sid Vicious died... I was freaked out when Phil Lynott died from Thin Lizzy. I cried. It was too crazy.

That's something like the sensation of losing someone. You are never in your life so alive, and so aware of being alive, yet so isolated and abandoned, as when a loved one is taken from you. The planet will move right through you like wind through stalks of grass.

First, there is no typical grief cycle, and second, it's not something I went through. I'm still grieving.

How people die remains in the memory of those who live on

For one of the odd things about death, Trudy has discovered, is that in its wake one must go about business as usual; it seems heartless and wrong, but now that the rituals of mourning have been attended to, the sole task left to Trudy is to try and comprehend the enormity of thes sudden change.

Een van de vreemde dingen aan de dood, heeft Trudy ontdekt, is namelijk dat je in het kielzog ervan gewoon verdergaat alsof er niets gebeurd is. Het lijkt harteloos en verkeerd, maar nu de rituelen van de rouw afgehandeld zijn, hoeft Trudy alleen nog maar de enorme omvang van deze plotselinge verandering proberen te bevatten.

her sisters die and then falling under the same shadow

Job moans that it is wanton cruelty that suffering people, brutalized or in mourning, should have to relive their horrors in dreams. In fact, why should any of us, in seeking rest, be met with nightmares?

She dies two days later.

Every forty seconds, someone is left behind to cope with the loss.

The Parents, as my mother and father refer to Mr. Finch and Mrs. Finch, are insisting it was an accident, which, I guess, means we're free to mourn him out in the open in a normal, healthy, unstigmatised way. No need to be ashamed or embarrassed since suicide isn't involved.

La nuit tombait, le jardin n'était plus qu'un grand cercueil d'ombre.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel and assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amati in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

I mourn this morning, Susie, that I have no sweet sunset to gild a page for you, nor any bay so blue - not even a little chamber way up in the sky, as yours is, to give me thoughts of heaven, which I would give to you. You know how I must write you, down, down, in the terrestrial - no sunset here, no stars; not even a bit of twilight which I may poetize - and send you!

I felt a funeral in my brain