Quotes About Mourning

grief may kill, although it rarely does, and never in a day, never in an hour, never in ten minutes.

Beaucoup de gens haïs ont été assassinés dans une émeute ; rarement un malheureux, fût-il criminel, a été insulté par les hommes qui assistaient à sa condamnation à mort. Villefort traversa donc la haie des spectateurs, des gardes, des gens du Palais, et s'éloigna, reconnu coupable de son propre aveu, mais protégé pur sa douleur.

Obsequies, madame, are for those who survive, not for the dead.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

She had told me often enough to keep my mouth shut, and now I did exactly that. I abolished all language on the day of my father's funeral.

We mourned in silence so that we would not curse the world we walked through. I saw owls in the locust trees and wondered if these creatures were the spirits of the dead, for there were so many murdered in our homeland there was not room enough for all of their ghosts. I half-believed they had turned into birds instead.

But now as she watched her cousin's husband . . . , the little boy asleep against him, she felt only a dazzling and depthless loss. Not because her own child would never know its father, the father never know what rest his body had been formed to give, but because she was not the child she had once been but would never be again. Because the shoulder and chest and arms that had once so casually and so thoroughly held her had left the earth long before she had lost her need for them.

If not consciously acknowledged and mourned, uncertainty about one's descent can cause great anxiety and unrest, all the more so if, as in Alois's case, it is linked with an ominous rumor that can neither be proven nor completely refuted

He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn't something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.

I do not grieve in the abstract, but in the heart.

We wore that grief like one wears one's underclothes. An invisible skin, unseen to prying eyes, but knitted to us all the same. We wore it every day.

Unacquainted with grief, I knew not how to appraise my bereavement; I could not rightly estimate the strength of the stroke.

In many instances nothing marked the spot where lay the vestiges of some poor mortal-who, leaving a large circle of sorrowing friends, had been left by them in turn-except a depression in the earth, more lasting than that in the spirits of the mourners.

Mournfully and low the man of God began his eulogy of the dead, and his doleful voice, mingled with the sobbing that it was its purpose to stimulate and sustain, rose and fell, seemed to come and go, like the sound of a sullen sea.

Musgrave and Lawley were alone with the dead body of their friend, whose masquerading dress had become his shroud.

En la guerra y cuando el combate acaba, si sigues con vida, te pones a cavar. A cavar las tumbas de los camaradas muertos. Se merecen esa postrer muestra de respeto, aunque tal vez no se lo tuvieras en vida. Cavas todo lo hondo que te apetezca, luego los tiras dentro, les echas un poco de tierra encima, ellos se pudren y tú los olvidas. Siempre se ha hecho así.

Î?i aminte?ti de mor?i cât po?i mai bine. Roste?ti câteva cuvinte pentru ei. Apoi mergi mai departe ?i speri la ceva mai bun.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be kicked in the nuts as soon as they try to get back up. That wasn't in the Bible, but maybe it should've been.

To weep was a kind of luxury; the dead felt no loss, wept for no one and nothing.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be kicked in the nuts as soon as they try to get back up.

'The Killing' has a really great combination of qualities: Even though it's very sad and deals with mourning and grief, it's still exciting. It's about real people and it doesn't shy from the painful points of life.

When you see how God restores you, how He pays you back for what was unfair, how He brings you out better, your mourning is going to be turned to dancing, your sorrow turned to joy, that weeping turned to laughter.

And yet, I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was, even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.

It is infamy to die, and not be missed.