Quotes About Mourning

Visible mourning reminds us of death, which is construed as unnatural, a failure to manage the situation. A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty, Philippe Aries wrote to the point of this aversion in Western Attitudes toward Death. But one no longer has the right to say so aloud.

Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

Only the survivors of a death are truly left alone.

One of the most amazing things about elephants mourning in the wild is their ability to grieve hard, but then truly, unequivocally, let go. Humans can't seem to do that. I've always thought it's because of religion. We expect to see our loved ones again in the next life, whatever that might be. Elephants don't have that hope, only the memories of this life. Maybe that's why it is easier for them to move on.

She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.

No matter who else is mourning, you're in your own little cell. Even when people try to comfort you, you're aware that now there is a barrier between you and them, made of the horrible thing that happened, that keeps you isolated.

Seeing such a beautiful friendship go to waste is sad.

Sometimes, self deprecating emo boys...are pretty crying...in a hearse...and your arms are their only relief.

Nations, without exception, disposed of body parts all the time. How could we bear ourselves otherwise if not for the mass graves of our forgetting?

Sorrow is better than joy - and even in mirth the heart is sad - and it is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of feasts, for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Our nature is sorrowful but for those who have learnt and are learning to look at Jesus Christ, there is always reason to rejoice

I Feel Sorry for the Garden No one is thinking about the flowers No one is thinking about the fish No one wants to believe that the garden is dying that the garden's heart has swollen under the sun that the garden is slowly forgetting its green moments …

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Cease, man, to mourn, to weep, to wail; Enjoy thy shining hour of sun; We dance along Death's icy brink, But is the dance less full of fun?

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

Rejoice at the death and cry at the birth: New Orleans sticks close to the Scriptures.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

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.

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

The problem with death is absence

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Toward the person who has died we adopt a special attitude: something like admiration for someone who has accomplished a very difficult task.

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