Quotes About Mourning

A feeling of intense loss overwhelmed him for a moment as he thought of his once-charmed life—of love, and magic, and friends, all of it, and all of them, dead.

Two other women took their own lives that spring, more than usual but nothing remarkable. No one with a name that would be remembered come winter, so shallow was their mark.

we know: the best of us did not return.

You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it was you who have spared her this suffering—to be sure, at the price that now you have to survive and mourn her.

A long time elapsed, and the parents had not mentioned the name of their dead child. They never spoke of the little girl they had lost; their sorrow would have become doubly heavy if it had been brought out into clear daylight, and its power acknowledged. Now they tried to push it away, not let it penetrate beyond thought. As long as words didn't help, why use them? Exchanged between two mourning people, they were only a dissonant sound, disturbing the bitter consolation of silence.

So ran the speech. Burdened and sick at heart, He feigned hope in his look, and inwardly Contained his anguish. […] Aeneas, more than any, secretly Mourned for them all

Ter circum Iliacos raptaverat Hectora muros, exanimumque auro corpus vendebat Achilles.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

Mr Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty.

Ellas [las flores] simbolizan sus pasiones, decoran sus festivales y cubren las almohadas de los difuntos (como si conocieran la pena). Por increíble que parezca, los poetas han encontrado religión en la naturaleza; la gente vive en el campo para aprender virtud de las plantas.

I could not bring myself to touch him in order to make sure he was really dead. He looked it: a quarter of his face gone, and two flies beside themselves with a dawning sense of unbelievable luck.

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red- Cause there ain't no sense In my bein' dead.

Another idiotic tradition, Regina thought. To eat and drink in memory of the departed. There was something gross about it. As if they were taunting the dead person. Hey, you're dead and gone, but life goes on, and look how well we're all eating.

We've got ourselves a lot of bereavement overload

Why not the Victorians and their sentimental grief-wreaths woven from a loved one's hair?

She swishes her arms back and forth. "Okay." Her voice is small and quiet like a mourning dove, like the soft gray on a mourning dove's back.

But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. (Job)

Because at least one hundred of the people who died were schoolchildren.

Miles was still mourning the loss of his Romantic Plan. 'There was going to be champagne, and oysters, and you' -- he held out both hands as though shifting a piece of furniture -- 'were going to be sitting there, and I was going to get down on one knee, and...and...

Mourning for the living cuz im so damn jealous of the dead.

It is so difficult to be honest when someone has died; it's as if truth stops at the grave even when the lies continue to hurt the living.

Ours was a typical grief, and yet I say it without believing it. When death becomes personal, then there is nothing typical about it.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords)