#mourn

For My Dad ~ "I miss you every day." Lost love is still love, Eddie. It just takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand... You can't tousle their hair... But when those senses weaken another one comes to life... Memory... Memory becomes your partner. You hold it... you dance with it... Life has to end, Eddie... Love doesn't. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#inspirational #mourning #death

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#grief #loss #mourning #suffering #death

If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#mourning #imagination

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living. ↗

— John Green

#funerals #mourning #death

It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone. ↗

— Kristina McMorris

#grief #love #mourning #tragedy #war

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#mourning #inspirational

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief; ↗

— William Cullen Bryant

#death #mourning #death

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning. ↗

— Carrie Jones

#loss #mourning #love

To whom can I put this question (with any hopes of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought... ? ↗

— Roland Barthes

#mourning #love

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#mourning #sadness #sorrow #suffering #sad