Mourning Quotes - Page 2

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying just meant that I would be waiting for him to say something instead of listening to him say something, it would have been fine.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss signalled by their shaving off their eyebrows.

There is a period for hope and one for mourning.

He was seven years old the summer that his life ended. He'd always felt like his life was taken the moment that truck rammed into his father and sister. Or at least, the life he would have had was ended before it even began.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

It's all rather political, mourning is.

And it never mattered who the man I portrayed him to be was.
The memory was in the same place as the fantasy, and that place was proven so contorted, convoluted, I'm unsure if I ever told the truth.

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

The muscles behind both eyes hurt
and the skin all down the front
is swelling from the veins burst
though the circles look less sunk. Tears did fill them in though
and I did push the waves
right from my own souls windows
to water down it's grave

We never stopped being each other.

That you are happy, that Monsieur Pontmercy has Cosette, that youth espouses mourning, that there are about you, my children, lilacs and nightingales, that your life is a beautiful lawn in the sunshine, that all the enchantments of heaven fill your souls, and now, that I who am good for nothing, that I die; surely all this is well.

You can't love your mother or father if you don't also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.

Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.