Quotes About Mourning

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

My mother buries herself in her work. Having no work,grief buries me.

Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes.

This is much worse than losing a cat. You do not wish the cat dead, for example, after the first two days. You still love the cat and presumably the cat still loves you, or some variation of love that may in fact be dependence and even indifference.

Well, on Easter of sophomore year of high school, me and my brother found my dad dead on our living room floor.

When you celebrate, it's something that happens as a group. But when you mourn, sorrow is something that you handle as an individual.

We are deeply sorry for the loss of anything - from your luggage to, of course, a loved pet.

I am truly sorry that a fowl of Canada is no longer with us.

Mourning is tough. But faith and family are the greatest sources of strength.

Probably half the cases of Civil War dead were not identified. And so there was no way to let loved ones know, and there were no regularized processes in either Northern or Southern Army for notifying next of kin.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

Love is an engraved invitation to grief.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

She died without us by her side, and now, we are left with the scars. In time, they will fade, but their haunting memory will remain.

I am taking this in, slowly, Taking it into my body.This grief. How slowThe body is to realizeYou are never coming back.

No parent should have to bury their child.

What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above

with a heart as full of reminiscences about her dead husband and children, and her dead friends of long ago, as a burial-ground is full of storied gravestones.

If it be a sign of mourning, replied Mr. Hooper, I, perhaps, like most other mortals, have sorrows dark enough to be typified by a black veil.

It can be said, then, that Everlost is heaven...for the places that deserve a share of forever. Such places are few and far between...The greatest of these stood near Manhattan's southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven...held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.

You have been dead for more than three years.

He had to ask, because he knew he wasn't Rowan Damisch anymore—not just because his fake ID said "Ronald Daniels," but because the boy he had once been had died a sad and painful death during his apprenticeship. The child in him had been successfully purged. Did anyone mourn that child? he wondered.

He didn't go out with the garbage," Scythe Rand said. "I took care of it myself, then spread his ashes in a field of wild bluebonnets. Just saying.