Mourning Quotes
Incarnation is good news not because it offers us a way out of the mess of this world, but because it shows us what God's love looks like here and now.
There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again
No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.
It was only in the middle—between the immense and the minute—that sadness seemed to exist.
Stop the pity party! Your sorrow is full and complete when you go through unfortunate circumstances and decide to mourn for life as a result of the unexpected.
I felt as though the vessel if my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.
For some reason, I thought Victor could heal that wound better than anyone else. It's strange to think that this vampire, the embodiment of all my hatred, could act like a suture.
I'm not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn't. It's just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything.
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other’s distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!
It wasn’t every day that I got to see him, but when I did I knew I was on the right path and that life, while still shifting, was always improving for the better.
Don't cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.
Be sure that your praise songs are numbered higher than your sorrowful dirges and your utmost hope, firmer than your woeful regrets. Be positive.
You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
Part of us did die. Literally - that tissue on your face, the part they removed. It died. And you can't recover from any kind of death without mourning it.
God has broken me in every way possible. I spent a year not caring, a year trying to figure out what I'd done to deserve it. and a year trying to make it right.
People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.
Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.
Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the dingos mourned for the died uns.
I'm not a fool, I knew from the beginningwhat couldn't happen. What couldn't
