Quotes About Mourning

At least Webs is dead,

But it did not much care for hunting, and then like so many geldings it spent much of its time mourning for its lost stones: a discontented horse.

When Captain America died, Americans heard it in an American way: through the media. When Captain Britain died, the British felt it in their chests.

Attachment," Buddha had said, "is the cause of grief.

I come from a culture that has refined the art of the dirge to a sublime level.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

grief over her father for

They lost the hope of a better relationship with him when he died. They don't want to remember the truth right now." Excerpt From: Steel, Danielle. "Country." Delacorte Press, 2015-06-16. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

heard the shattering news about Paloma, he spent another

As a warrior, she won't have allowed herself to mourn. But women can't make themselves as detached as men. Our hearts are bigger. We feel loss in a way men don't. Orna has the body and mind of a warrior but her heart is like mine, and I know inside she's weeping.

Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he'd sworn he would be. He didn't even shed a tear when the funeral litter was set alight. It was only later, when he was alone in his cell, that he wept loudly, and his cries echoed through the corridors and tunnels of Vampire Mountain, far into the cold, lonely dawn.

It seemed the whole world knew this person named Diana, and if the world knew her, the connection between the peoples of the earth was tighter than I had imagined. I wondered if the people of England would mourn if Mike and Grace died. At that time, confused as I was, I imagined that they would.

Grief doesn't arrive on schedule, as much as we'd like to.

That was the way it was, the burial ritual. You set them in the earth and walked away to keep living, until it was your turn to be left behind.

We lost family all the time, and we mourned them and buried them and remembered them. Wouldn't it be better to celebrate family while they are alive to a greater degree than when they are no longer with us?

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

Good Madonna, why mournest thou? Good Fool, for my brother's death. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. I know his soul is in heaven, Fool. The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.

Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.