Quotes About Mourning

Unos lloran con lágrimas; otros con pensamientos

But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.

And so she wrote, and wept; and when the weeping was done, the writing went on. When the hair that he had left behind was sealed in a small box and buried in the grass near Human's root, she would stand and speak. Her voice would raise him from the dead, make him live again in memory. And she would also be merciful; and she would also be just. That much, at least, she had learned from him.

Ahora sentía la magnitud de la pérdida de Pipo. El cuerpo mutilado en la falda de la colina no era su muerte, sino simplemente los despojos de su muerte. La muerte en sí era el vacío dejado en su vida.

This is Prue's funeral, can't we bury our sister in peace?!

At least let me now deceive myself with illusions so as not to feel my empty life. And yet I came so close so many times. And yet how paralyzed I was, how cowardly; why did I keep my lips sealed while my empty life wept inside me, my desires wore robes of mourning? To have been so close so many times to those sensual eyes, those lips, to that body I dreamed of, loved. To have been so close so many times. September 1903

The abyss of the past into which the world is falling. Everything vanishing as if it had never been. We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as we once were and yet we mourn the days.

We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as once we were and yet we mourn the days.

How could it be true that [he] was dead, and how would it feel to have him dead in her heart forever?

She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?

Moreover, he successively buried three wives;

Sometimes, Jake, disappeared is worse than dead. With dead, at least there's an end.

Slowly, Gobber stood up. Carefully, he removed his helmet from his head, and placed it very gently on the chest of the dead Goliath.

Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, "Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?

To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion.

But on this night, for this Volkking's death, when the Death Maiden no longer cried out, and the beating hands had tired, and throats were too raw to howl again, and silence flowed like night out of the low doorway of the Death House, flames erupted --

I don't want the corpses of flowers about me.

Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing—a childless mother.

Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O captain! My captain!

the widows of the slain, to the number of eleven score, in deep mourning, riding upon white palfreys, and each bearing her husband's bloody shirt on a spear, appeared

every victory accomplished with weapons is a funeral that should be mourned.

She was married to my dad, and everything was fine until he got killed in some freak tractor accident. Yeah, that's what I said, a freak tractor accident.

But I've never spoken to a grave before. I don't know what to say. I don't know how. 'I'm so sorry,' I choke out, but that's as far as I get before I start crying. I feel bad that she's gone. I feel overwhelmed. And I feel guilt. Guilt that I've recovered. Guilt that I'm happy. Guilt that I ever thought she was the lucky one.