Quotes About Mourning

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we've never met.

One of the towers has fallen. When it's our turn to leave, it's like something in me is finally willing to listen, and suddenly I understand what it means. The tower doesn't exist anymore. Something I've seen my entire life - something so much larger than my entire life - is gone. That is my first reaction. And then I think about all the people inside. There must have been people inside.

Maybe there is some solace to be derived in that: bacchanal or funeral, after enough time, the detritus looks the same.

September 25, 2007 Paris To honor the death of Marcel Marceau I observed a minute of silence.

She'd never expressed any great interest in the outdoors, so I scattered her remains on the carpet and then vacuumed her back up.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

There are silences and silences. No one of them is like another. There is the silence of grief in velvet-draped rooms of a plushly carpeted funeral parlor which is far different from the bleak and terrible silence of grief in a widower's lonely bedroom.

Janie starched and ironed her face and came set in the funeral behind her veil. It was like a wall of stone and steel. The funeral was going on outside. All things concerning death and burial were said and done. Finish. End. Never-more. Darkness. Deep hole. Dissolution. Eternity. Weeping and wailing outside. Inside the expensive black folds were resurrection and life.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

Some human beings obtain through love the power of transferring their self — their I — to the being of another; and when death takes that other, no life of their own is possible for them.

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

Was it better then - measuring the loss - not to know happiness at all? Better to go through life waiting for what never came, because that way you had less to mourn?

With plenty of practice, we have learnt how to make a ritual of grief, even for those we have never met and know little about.

Scotsman's way of dealing with death. He'd found

So it's one blow after the next, three of our band members gone. Three young dudes—all unexpected, all in a short period of time.

Only two weeks after my brother died, I find

Sorry about what happened to your brother Robert." I didn't even understand what she was talking about. I had to wait until I got settled in at Ironwood and was allowed to make a phone call. My daughter told me that my brother Robert was dead.

Hearing a crow with no mouth Cry in the deep Darkness of the night, I feel a longing for My father before he was born.

The dead man looked disconsolate. Reasonably so, in the circumstances, Charlie thought.

The wisdom of age is bitter when those you have failed have gone.

Some say the ocean roars, I hear it ever weeping. Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before. Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

their child is dead? Sure

I don't like funerals, and a while ago I just stopped going to them. I think the ceremony is a form of denial, and when my wife died and my daughter, Cady, informed me that she was unaware of any instance where going to somebody's funeral ever brought them back, I just about gave it up.

I learned something about grief. When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.