Quotes About Mourning

It's always difficult to watch someone you love die.

What will we bury him in?" she asked, struggling with another shovelful of wet dirt.

was interested to see that two bouquets had been laid on the lid, so someone must miss her. A couple of other mourners, lacking flowers, had left empty crisp packets, bless them, while someone else had placed an empty can of Carlsberg lager on the grave of a man named Duckett

If one's husband had been married before and widowed—a fairly common condition—and a close relative of his first wife's died, the second wife was expected to engage in "complementary mourning"—a kind of proxy mourning on behalf of the deceased earlier partner.

It seemed as if the valley were not always girded by woods, growing on the surrounding hills and facing away from the horizon, but the trees had only taken up their places now, rising out of the ground to offer their condolences. He almost waved away the tangible beauty of the hour like a crowd of persistent friends, almost said to the lingering afterglow, 'thank you, thank you, I'll be all right.'

When you lose a parent, you're an orphan. When you lose a husband, you're a widow. But as Zig had learned fourteen years ago, when you lose a child, they don't have a name for that.

May I cut off the head of dead Miss Lucy?

Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall

As a sad, grey dawn broke over the hillside he came upon a ruined cottage [named Broken-Heart Farm] which did not so much seem to have broken its heart, as its neck.

And that was part of the tragedy: I had just started to know her. I was mourning the relationship that could have blossomed but didn't have a chance to grow.

Scaling little ladders with glue pots and pails of lysol. I crawl like an ant in mourning over the weedy acres of your brow to mend the immense skull-plates and clear the bald, white tumuli of your eyes. A blue sky out of Oresteia....

That's the hardest thing to cope with when a young person dies—especially when they've been murdered. The unfulfilled dreams, the unrealized potential. The people close to them—family, friends—thought they had so much time to make up for mistakes, plenty of time down the road to tell that person they loved them. Suddenly that time is gone.

When my first wife died long ago, in Ethiopia, I thought I knew grief. But until you have witnessed the death of a loved one to another man's violence, you know nothing of grief.

The song died in his mouth.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

When grief is becoming, it is also suspect.

He's dead, Jim,

Estaba lugubre como cuando la sombra de Helene viene a habitarlo. A deshabitarlo

morir en el verano es morir dos veces, pues muchos de los que te quieren no están para despedirte.

There is only so much one can do for the dead without joining them. The Caravan from Troon

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.

Ghum-khaur: devorador-de-mágoas, aquele que absorve o desgosto do enlutado.

I'm not a fool, I knew from the beginning what couldn't happen. What couldn't happen didn't. The enterprise is abandoned. But half our life is dreams, delirium, everything that underlies that feeds that keeps alive the illusion of sanity, semi- sanity, we allow others to see. The half of me that feeds the rest is in mourning. Mourns. Each time we must mourn, we fear this is the final mourning, this time mourning never will lift.