Quotes About Mourning

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.

I would say my life experience has involved dealing with people very close to me that have died.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

I began writing The Cold Song in the months following my fathers death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: What now? How to proceed?

The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

The silence inside was familiar from all the years of mourning, a large house with parts of its soul carved away.

amentalio n. the sadness of realizing that you're already forgetting sense memories of the departed-already struggling to hear their voice, picture the exact shade of their eyes, or call to mind little gestures you once knew by heart.

As long as he [William of Orange] lived, he was the guiding-star of a whole brave nation, and when he died the little children cried in the streets.

Tarik was dead. Lumeo was dead. An

I studied the photo of the boy, the one who had died six years ago, and wished I were dead. Dead people didn't have to do homework.

Nor mourn, O living One, because her part in life was mourning: Would she have lost the poet's fire for the anguish of the burning? The minstrel harp, for the strained string? tripod for the afflated Woe, or the vision, for those tears in which it shone dilated?

The list of what the world would not allow was long for mourning over.

David's hand rest on Sebastien's shirt front and cravat, over where his heart would have beat when he still lived. The pressure felt like a trap, suddenly, and Sebastien pulled away and stood, flicking his suitjacket straight, with his thumbs.

—And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measlesseventeen years ago come March.

How much of what passes for grief in the world is really nothing more than regret?

You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears. So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I'm afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest... -Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel.

On the other side of the [civil] war, the gold gamblers gamed with the financial markets, wreaking misery on the working class. The rich nursed their addiction to extravagant, imported luxuries. It would be a false mourning to suggest that once upon a time Americans shared their deep woes with great sobriety and heart.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

ANYONE WHO HAS EVER GRIEVED knows that grieving carries with it a tremendous wear and tear to the body itself, never mind the soul. Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.

When word came that Keith had died of cancer, Abel was astonished. That astonishment had to do with death, with the wiping out of a person, with the puzzlement that the man was simply gone.

Women grieve, and men replace.

It has been said that the second year of widowhood is worse than the first—the idea being, I think, that the shock has worn off and now one has to simply live with the loss, and I had been finding that to be

am in mourning for my life." It took me a moment. We were

grief is a solitary matter.