Quotes About Mourning

because there is something beautiful in grief, isn't there? It's like mourning is your Chrysalis and when the time comes you'll be reborn as this beautiful butterfly.

This happens a lot, I've noticed. People form shiva alliances, arriving together to eliminate the risk of a one-on-one with the bereaved.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don't even get to mourn.

En áls er dan ergens in moest worden berust, dan toch in de wetenschap dat zij eendrachtig waren in hun rouw; dat zij eindelijk van elkaar wisten dat zij niet treurden om de afloop en het scheiden, maar al hadden getreurd vanaf het eerste begin. Die synchroniciteit was troostend.

Pena que ele estivesse morto e não pudesse ver-se ao espelho, não pudesse constatar a vitória da filha, da digna família ultrajada.

A morte de Quincas aumentava, onde ia chegando, a consumação de cachaça.

Yo sé que el necio se entierra Con gran lujo y con gran llanto, - Y que no hay fruta en la tierra Como la del camposanto.

It is frightening to see distinguished intellectuals fall under Robespierre's ax. From a humane standpoint they can never be too much mourned, but divine justice is no respecter of mathematicians or scientists.

He wore a gleaming top hat. He had a pomaded, uptwirled black moustache. He looked like a first-class funeral.

Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind's dull pelt. "I will avenge your death," he promised softly.

Bramblestar is dead," he announced. "For good. StarClan has forgotten us." "No!

Dangling Leaf tipped his head. "Do you know Micah's dead?" he asked Cow. Moth Flight flinched, but Cow returned his inquisitive gaze steadily. "Yes." Dusk Nose nudged her brother. "You can't ask questions like that, Shade Pelt. It's rude." "Raven Pelt says we can ask anything we like," Dangling Leaf

den. He knew there was nothing he could do to help Morning Whisker, and he wanted to stay out of the grieving family's way. After a moment he began

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Floss is dead.

could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Oakheart was crouching beside Rainflower. Her eyes had clouded. Blood stained the rocks around her head. "She's dead." Oakheart turned and stared at Crookedjaw. "Our mother is dead.

he'd taken Squirrelflight to a place where only the dead could reach her.

What is the meaning of the immense silence that surrounds the dead?

Il mio lutto per lui è una pozza d'acqua marina prosciugata. Tra gli scogli resta il sale asciutto, dei singhiozzi a secco.

They never returned. Only the old were left. And they began to die off. Those who did not die left the village by other means. In the end there was only one widow left, a dressmaker, and she began to sew the visages of those who had vanished. She hand-stitched the bodies and the clothes; she perfected the faces. Each and every doll was a precise replica of someone who once lived there.

But again and again that night there came to him Meg's white, still face as it lay on the scarlet cushions, and he knew the wind that stirred the curtains at the window had been playing with the long grass in the churchyard a few minutes since.

The mother had taken the visitors' room to sleep in ever since the day two months ago when Death had walked whitely into that larger room and frozen with his strange breath the father of her youngest child.

The dead! Why can't the dead die!