Quotes About Mourning

It's not the dead even. They're gone. Nothing you can do about that. It's what's left behind - the echo. These woods you're walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes here forever. Makes sense when you think about it. That Billingham kid. I'm sure he screamed. He screams, it echoes, just bounces back and forth, the sound getting smaller and smaller, but never entirely disappearing. Like a part of his is still calling out, even now.

Another weird thing about funerals: Wear black but kill something as colorful as flowers to decorate.

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age. Maya filled her head with inanities like this as she watched Joe's casket disappear into the earth. Distract yourself. That was the key. Get through it. The black dress itched. Over the past decade, Maya had been to a hundred-plus funerals, but this was the first time she'd been obligated to wear black. She hated it. To

To lose your last remaining parent is the toughest thing. It is a very lonely thing.

When my grandfather died, I was on tour, and I didn't go to the funeral. I never got to say goodbye, and this is one of the problems of being in a rock band is that you're away, and your loved ones die, and you can't even see them.

Do not think too much of the dead husk of your friend, or mourn too much over it, but send your thoughts out towards the real soul or self which has escaped - to reach it.

Sleep not under a willow tree for she weeps many tears.

when an old man dies, no matter how well loved he is, it is easier to accept: death has been in the wings for a while. But when a young man perishes unexpectedly, his devoted wife, who has had every expectation of many more happy years together, suddenly finds herself profoundly alone-- and descends into a powerful grief that lasts for years upon years.

When we mourn, it should be the loss of love that makes us grieve, not the guilt that we did something wrong.

It's the damnedest thing: The dead abandon you; then, with the passage of time, you abandon the dead.

Every love story is a requiem.

Het is ongelooflijk dat het verlies van iemand die je liefhebt je lichaam zo kan onttakelen. Alles doet zeer. Mijn botten, Mijn spieren, huid, heel mijn lijf reageert op mijn verdriet. Maar er komt een moment dat je te moe bent om nog te huilen, en je jezelf terug vind terwijl je alleen nog maar voor je uit kunt staren.

With rich flames, and hired tears, they solemnized their obsequies.

The misery I felt was grief. I wanted her back, my old self.

To forget is ordinary. Even people in mourning, distracted by some little happiness, forget the dead.

Erica's imminent departure changed us. The knowledge that we would soon be separated made us both more indulgent, relieving us of a burden I still can't name. I didn't want her to go away, and yet the fact that she was going away loosened a bolt in the machinery of our marriage. It had become a machine by then, a churning repetitious engine of mourning.

Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you, darling. I love the dead.

When the day came for her departure, the city wore such an air of sullen mourning as it had not worn since the Prussians marched to its Elysee.

such an air of sullen mourning as it had not worn since the Prussians marched to its Elysee.

Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. MATTHEW 5:4

I did know some people who would receive me, but reluctantly, because I had nothing to offer company save a long face and a self-pitying heart, and I had no intention of changing either. Black Americans of my generation didn't look kindly on public mournings except during or immediately after funerals. We were expected by others and by ourselves to lighten the burden by smiling, to deflect possible new assaults by laughter. Hadn't it worked for us for centuries? Hadn't it?

I was dead, and I hadn't even been able to attend my own funeral.