Quotes About Mourning

mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Be at ease, warrior," she said. "The deer fulfills his purpose in life by providing sustenance for the hunter—be it wolf or man. We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Iubitorul de flori va primi de la mine doar zadarnice jerbe funerare.

Sentía que en torno a mí empezaban a ofuscarse frente a un dolor tan prolongado; su violencia causaba mayor escándalo que su causa. Si me hubiera abandonado a las mismas lamentaciones por la muerte de un hermano o de un hijo, lo mismo me hubieran reprochado que llorara como una mujer. La memoria de la mayoría de los hombres es un cementerio abandonado donde yacen los muertos que aquéllos han dejado de honrar y de querer. Todo dolor prolongado es un insulto a ese olvido.

De herinnering van de meeste mensen is een verlaten kerkhof, waar de doden die ze hebben opgehouden lief te hebben eerloos terneerliggen. Elk langdurig verdriet is een aanklacht tegen hun vergetelheid.

Quelques mois plus tard, je donnai à un des quartiers d'Antinoé, le nom de ma soeur Pauline. [...] Pauline morte retrouvait dans cette ville de la mémoire sa place unique de soeur. Ce lieu triste devenait le site idéal des réunions et des souvenirs, les Champs Élysées d'une vie, l'endroit où les contradictions se résolvent, où tout, à son rang, est également sacré.

Ä°nsanlar?n pek çoÄŸunun bellekleri, sevmekten vazgeçtikleri ölülerinin sessiz sedas?z yatt?klar? terk edilmiÅŸ mezarl?klard?r. unutulmayan ac? unutkanl?klar?na yönelen bir küfürdür.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted. That is why the first event is known to have been an expulsion, and the last is hoped to be a reconciliation and return. So memory pulls us forward, so prophecy is only brilliant memory--there will be a garden where all of us as one child will sleep in our mother Eve, hooped in her ribs and staved by her spine.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted. That is why the first event is known to have been an expulsion, and the last is hoped to be a reconciliation and return.

A society that doesn't know any longer how to observe every death with proper rituals, that does not know that death is not the end, but only part of the journey, has lost its way, has had the very heart of its humanity torn out.

men in general sooner forget the lost their matrimony than the death of their father

Don Rigoberto vio cómo, al paso de la carroza fúnebre, muchos transeúntes se hacían la señal de la cruz. «El miedo a morir», pensó.

There are people whose deaths make you ache with sadness. And then there are people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that turn the walls black in every room you walk through, deaths that send storm clouds and a wail swirling through your head so that you can't hear music and you can't recognize your furniture or your own face in the mirror.

It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger -- especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the though, At least it wasn't me.

Tran Thi Thu Van, the writer from Saigon, spent those weeks wandering in the wasteland of the battle trying to stay alive. She would later record scene after scene of horror in her book Mourning Headband for Hue.

Since you act as though God is dead, I wanted to join you in the mourning. The reply of Martin Luther's wife, in full funeral regalia, in trying to illustrate the folly of his depressed state.

If I were to die, your friends would advise you not to grieve; but they would think you very unfeeling if you did not.

No one, probably, ever felt himself to be more alone in the world than our old friend,* the Duke of Omnium, when the Duchess died.

Soon after her beloved young brother was killed, she asked me, "What is the purpose of grief? Does it serve any biological function?

Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.

In mourning, I realized the most painful place on earth was sometimes the church you attended with the person you loved, the person now gone.