Quotes About Mourn

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

Death sucks — and it should. Life is precious, and we should treasure it, and mourn its loss.

Peck defines community as the coming together of a group of individuals, 'who have learned how to communicate honestly with each other, whose relationship go deeper than the masks of composure, and who have developed some significant commitment to rejoice together, mourn together, and to delight in each other, and make other's conditions our own.

Of course you can't know. But you play the odds. You save who you can and you mourn those you can't. When you follow this calling, your heart gets ripped apart every day. You make the world better in increments, not grand designs. You make choices. Do you understand?

That night as I lay in bed, I thought of several things I could have said and mourned the fact that my wit usually bloomed late, peaking when it no longer mattered, during the solitary hours close to midnight.

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?

Behind every great hatred is a love story. For I am a man who has known and tasted love. I say "a man" because that is how I know myself. Look at me, and what do you see? Do I not take the form of a man? Do I not feel as you do, suffer as you do, love as you do, mourn as you do? What is the essence of a man, if not these things?

Jesus goes up onto the mountain, gathers his disciples around him, and says: "How blessed are the poor, the gentle, those who mourn, those who hunger and thirst for uprightness, the merciful, the pure of heart, the peacemakers, and those who are persecuted in the cause of uprightness." These words present a portrait of the child of God. It is a self-portrait of Jesus, the Beloved Son.

Mabel said. "Doesn't it seem unlikely that every one of them were saints? And what's the thrust here, that we can't mourn the flawed?

Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being.

Folks do not want to see a body disappear before their very eyes. Not me at least.

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven.... A time to weep, and a time to laugh, A time to mourn, and a time to dance.

The mental Heaven's inaccessible blue, For wearied mortals that still dream and mourn, Expands and sinks; towards the chasm drawn.

They'll die, and then they'll be dead.

And it came to pass that Enoch looked upon the residue of the people, and he wept. And he beheld, and lo, the heavens wept also and shed forth their tears as the rain upon the mountains.

To all who mourn a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a friend I can only offer you the gratitude of a nation, for your loved one served his country with distinction and honor." ... "Your men are under a different command now, one that knows no rank, only love; knows no danger, only peace, May God bless them all.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.

We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept.

a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

It is the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for.

It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.

The winds mourn and whine was wiser than any psalm, prayer, or profession of love he'd ever heard. But

Think of earthly treasure As a thing that cannot last; Oh! judge of future pleasure By the false joys of the past; Thou wilt learn how to disdain All that mortals covet most, Slow to grasp what thou may'st gain, Slow to mourn what thou hast lost.

How shall we mourn you who are killed and wasted,sure that you would not die with your work unended,as if the iron scythe in the grass stops for a flower?