Quotes About Mourning

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

Saige, Mother is . . ." I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. "Mother is dead.

Here a giant white dog had died. The

Enkidu, my brother, whom I loved so dearly, who accompanied me through every danger-- the fate of mankind has overwhelmed him. For six days I would not let him be buried, thinking, 'If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again.

When my mother passed away several years ago—well, wait a minute. Actually, she didn't 'pass away.' She died. Something about that verb, 'to pass away' always sounds to me as if someone just drifted through the wallpaper. No, my mother did not pass away. She definitely died.

gathered around him, Jack Cash passed away. The next day the body lay in an open

In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every one of them, because our memories have made them as much a part of us as our bones or our skin. If we don't, we've no right to remember anything at all.

Why do the survivors remain anonymous—as if cursed—while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?

Braven Tooth, you remember the last time I played-' 'That was the last time?' 'It was, and there's been a lot who've fallen since then. Friends. People we grew to love, and now miss, like holes in the heart.' He drew a deep breath, then continued, 'It's been waiting, inside, for a long time. So, my old, old friends, let's hear some names.

He strode in excitedly and they turned to face him. Dr Little looked grave and Aunt Nance had been crying. They didn't need to say anything. He knew that Zach was dead.

He knew that Zach was dead.

I have just been cut in half by a streetcar at Patriarch's. Funeral Friday 3PM. Come. Berlioz

Strange, rapid, disconnected thoughts passed through his mind. 'Dead!' Then: 'They have killed him! . . .' And an absurd notion about immortality, the thought of which aroused a sense of unbearable grief.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

A scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead.

I catch myself thinking about him in the past tense all the time.

Si una tumba está cubierta por una lápida, el muerto ya nunca podrá salir.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

If you're mourning, cry, scream and purge whatever is going on inside you emotionally. That's part of the process. And keep those that love you very close as you go through it.

Mourning after an absent God is an evidence of a love as strong, as rejoicing in a present one.

Whenever a soul leaves the body a void is felt across the world..

now a telegram from Van Helsing, whoever he may be. You will be grieved to hear that Mrs. Westenra died five days ago, and that Lucy died the day before yesterday. They were both buried today.

and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth.