Quotes About Mourning

In the days following, he can hardly manage to comb his hair or convince his fingers to button his coat. His mind plays tricks, too: he walks into a room and forgets why he's there. He stares at a superior and forgets what the man just said.

Quinctilius Varus, give me back my legions!" He kept the anniversary as a day of deep mourning.

Nice day for a funeral.

That's the thing about funerals. They're completely hypocritical. Everyone says how wonderful the deceased was, how kind, how generous when, deep down, they know it's not true.

My father passed away in 2005, and day after, I sat in my flat in Woolwich on my bed, and I feel that I saw him.

Many corpses will be floating in the sea.

If we had a party every time someone died on 'The Following,' we'd never get anything done.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

A funeral was a great form of entertainment. A wake was a great form of entertainment.

People deal with death differently; some even laugh at funerals.

Depressions may bring people closer to the church but so do funerals.

I done been to so many funerals.

Funerals should celebrate a life.

There are no foodies at funerals.

I cry at births and not at funerals.

To make sure I learned the etiquette of grieving, Granny took me with her to the many funerals she attended. O Death, where is thy sting? Search me. I grew up looking at so many corpses that I still feel a faint touch of surprise whenever I see people move.

I will await below," Stilgar said, "while Idaho makes farewell with his friends. Turok was the name of our dead friend. Remember that when it comes time to release his spirit. You are friends of Turok.

E la vittoria in quel giorno si cambiò in lutto per tutto il popolo, perché il popolo seppe, in quel giorno, che il re piangeva suo figlio.»

He nodded. "Yes. They'll call me…Muad'Dib, 'The One Who Points the Way.' Yes…that's what they'll call me." And he closed his eyes, thinking: Now, my father, I can mourn you. And he felt the tears coursing down his cheeks.

He turned away from her, looking out into the night. Why can't I mourn? he wondered. He felt that every fiber of his being craved this release, but it would be denied him forever.

Emme saa surra rakkaitamme ennen kuin he poistuvat keskuudestamme.

We mourn lives lost. Including our own.

I was devastated by Gene Wilder's death.

When someone died in the wilderness of frontier America, that person's physical remains were buried and the handcarts continued west, but the mourning survivors had hope for their loved one's eternal soul. However, when someone dies spiritually in the wilderness of sin, hope may be replaced by dread and fear for the loved one's eternal welfare.