#in

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops---which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair. ↗

— William Peter Blatty

#mourning

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? ↗

— John B. Tabb

#fall #foliage #leaves #snow #snowflakes

In Paris there are two dens, one for thieves, the other for murderers. The den of thieves is the Stock Exchange; the den of murderers is the Courthouse. ↗

— Petrus Borel

#injustice #justice #poverty #rich #wealth

You‘re walking funny," Lucy said, a shit-eating grin on her face. Five days of out of this world sex with a starving man could do that to a girl. "You‘re just jealous." Brenna pushed through the door into DarkRiver‘s business HQ. Lucy made a mournful face. "Yes, I am. Goddamn but your man is hot. And he smiles at you! I‘ve seen him do it, even if no one believes me. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#friendship #humor #judd #lucy #psy-changeling

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#riquiem #mourning

I could almost feel Meghan against me, shaking with sobs as she mourned her Winter prince. I could feel my arms around her as I whispered that it would be okay, that she still had me, and I would never leave. Ant then I wanted to kick myself in the head for thinking that ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #summer-s-crossing #mourning

Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconstituted in an instant, and its appearance of permanence and solidity was laughable; it would dissolve at a touch, for everything was suddenly tissue-thin and friable. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#lost #mourn #mourning

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#fantastic #fantasy #marvels #mourning

وأنت وإن أفردت في دار وحشة فأنا بدار الأنس في وحشة الفرد ↗

— ابن الرومي

#misery #mourning #poetry #sadness #mourning

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can. ↗

— William Faulkner

#happiness #optimism #suffering #optimism