Mourning Quotes

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

The graveyard is the everlasting home of every man.

The tragedy in life to mourn over is the death of what lies within a person who is still alive. The death of a potential is a mess of destiny!

She wished for a moment that they were all children again. It still seemed extraordinary to her, that everything had turned out the way it had.

Pak Karman hugged his wife’s gravestone tightly. “You left without saying farewell!” The whole of the graveyard was ablaze with light.

Mourning was really for the living.

Time they say is a great healer, but in this case, I am not sure that is true.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.

When someone close to you dies, you feel like you might die too. It takes some of the life out of you for a time.

I want to drown in my tears, And my tears are my prayers.

Meditation is a spiritual human activity like mourning, fasting, or praying, and is not limited to one religious group while remaining unavailable to others. (103)

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

After nearly a year of mourning, I feel like the Victorians when Edison came along- all those years in the darkness, and then electric light. I've got the earth between my toes.

And that was part of the tragedy: I had just started to know her. I was mourning the relationship that could have blossomed but didn’t have a chance to grow.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.

I thought maybe we mourned not only for the dead but also for the living. We felt their absence before we knew for sure they were gone.

The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your

Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did

The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.

It was possible, I found, to both mourn a loss and yet be grateful it happened.

The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.

Loss is only temporary when you believe in God!

Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom limb.

You want to move on, but to do that you have to let her go, and you don't want to let her go, so you don't move on.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

Oh sweetheart, do you really think if youseal it up, that the pain's gonna go away?

I am very familiar with the sound of loss.

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body!

I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.

Most people are ennobled by the actual presence of death. But how long do you suppose this nobility will last in him?

Mourning leads not to resurrection.

Perhaps that's what she caught, not Life Fatigue but just grief over a broken heart--and the bitterness that comes with being cheated too early of something true--like a young husband's love.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

The forty days of the soul begin on the morning after death.

[W]e’ve learned that grief can sometimes get loud, and when it does, we try not to speak over it.

In the chain of events, it is arbitrary to be sentimental about the passing of any one link.

Throw off your grief, ' doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.

The final tormenting, unanswerable question: what is 'success' in mourning?

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

I can’t shake you.

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

Regardless of what you've been through we all process energy differently.

How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?

An explosion in space makes no sound at all.

We'd all mourn for a while, but at the end of the day we were a tough lot, and we'd survive.