Quotes About Mourning

I think of events like the Challenger and 9/11 - events that move us so much that we never quite get over them. So it's important to go back and relive those feelings in order to remember how important those events were to us.

Perhaps it's more merciful to forget the dead instead of remembering them.

January 26 is a day of mourning and remembering for our First Nation people, and there are still some backwards people who don't acknowledge that - which makes my heart feel heavy.

President Reagan is now at rest. We mourn his passing, but we are grateful for the gifts he gave us: a safer world, strong economic base, and a renewed belief in America's greatness.

The horror of a death without dignity has so much implications for the people who are left behind.

There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could.

A remembrance can mean nothing to the one remembered; it can only remind the ones left behind how little they did while you were still alive.

But grief let loose from a woman who lost a child—that was the worst type of grief of all.

In real life, one of my friends was killed in a car accident during our sophomore year.

And in that day did the Lord God of hosts call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth: And behold joy and gladness, slaying oxen, and killing sheep, eating flesh, and drinking wine: let us eat and drink; for to morrow we shall die.

And desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.

The only response to a child's grave is to lie down before it and play dead.

We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go; And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow— Sheep without a shepherd when the snow shuts out the sky— Oh, why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

After 'Orange' wrapped and my character wrapped, I felt like I went through a bit of a mourning period.

One lesson I learned from 'The Monstrumologist' was never to get too attached to your own characters. That's harder in practice than in theory. At the end of the third book - which coincided with the end of my contract - I was an emotional wreck. I mourned Will Henry and Warthrop.

In 1874, Mary Fraser accompanied her husband Hugh to Hong Kong, arriving hours after a typhoon had wrecked the island. Some 10,000 boat families had drowned in the harbour. There was no way to avoid the bloated bodies, and when Mary disembarked, she felt her foot land on something soft.

No one is exempt from grief." The

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

Alles eek haar gehuld in een zwart waas dat over het oppervlak van de dingen zweefde, en het verdriet trok zacht huilend door haar ziel, als de winterwind door een verlaten kasteel. Het was zo'n mijmeren waarin men verzinkt om wat nooit meer terugkomt, een matheid die ons telkens overvalt na een niet te herroepen daad, een smart ten slotte, veroorzaakt door het stokken van een vertrouwde beweging, door het abrupt stilvallen van een lang aangehouden trilling.

The Harelip had taken off her heavy shawl and draped it over a headstone. The grave was tilted and covered with moss, the name worn away by the weather. The person underneath had been forgotten and was no longer mourned by the world. But for a moment, Ren thought, the small black slate looked warmed, and grateful for being chosen.