Quotes About Mourning

I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.

Mourn me with your efforts, with your hopes. Try simply to be good, to be what I have been among you: spirit. Live, life doesn't stop, the dead will die, the shadows pass; a man takes what he leaves, and one who has lived, lives on." -from "To Don Francisco Giner de los Rios

A coffin striking earth is indisputably something serious." - from "At the Burial of a Friend

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

It was a stalemate Silas was willing to live with, and apparently, so was his mother. They both knew it wasn't about the hem on a pair of pants. One of them was mourning, the other was not, and their individual reactions to Amos's disappearance created a powerful tension. The air in the house was charged with it.

I'm in a great rage now, as I understand how many lives we have lost.

The death of Cyrille Regis, a giant in so many ways, was such a shock and deeply upsetting.

I was, for weeks, a poor, broken-hearted mourner, traveling through the darkness and misery of doubts and fears. I finally found that change of heart which comes by "casting all one's care" upon God, and by having faith in Jesus Christ, as the Redeemer, Friend, and Savior of those who diligently seek Him. After

The funeral was beautiful. I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then. This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.

There are losses which communicate a sublimity to the soul which makes it refrain from lamentation and go about in silence as though among tall black cypress-trees.

From all around came very faintly a low sad hum, as the unhoused bees mourned.

There are so many cruel decisions parents have to make when their child dies. The funeral director requested a sheet for the coffin, and I sent the cozy flannel one, pale blue with happy snowmen, that had just been put away with the winter linens.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

Shashi saab had always wished that the traditions continue, even after he bids adieu to the mortal world. He didn't want any of us to mourn his death; his desire was to celebrate life in every form.

Whether I'm writing a novel about a guy mourning the death of his father or whether I'm writing a show about people killing each other, you want to hear characters speak and be funny and witty.

When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.

I do mourn my characters. I wrote an essay once where I was sure that far back in a marsh there was a hummock - a little hill of hardwoods - and an old farm house, where all the heroines in my novels lived together with all my beloved dead dogs. I've discussed this with my therapist, naturally. He says it's okay in fair amounts.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

In the event of the death of a current or former President, like the recent death of President Ronald Reagan, the flag should be flown at half-staff for thirty days from the day of the death.

I've lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That's the most terrible thing about being an author - standing there at your mother's funeral, but you don't switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

Svetlana was moved when her son, Joseph, kissed the body on the forehead to say good-bye.

A soft gust of wind swooped at them under the hornbeam branches, setting the shadows flurrying, and when it died into the grass, Randal laid Bevis' body down, with a stunned emptiness inside him as though something of himself had gone too.

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.