#mourn

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

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #loss #mourning #sadness #sorrow

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#mourning #moving-on #sadness #water

Miles had sworn his officer's oath to the Emperor less than two weeks ago, puffed with pride at his achievement. In his secret mind he had imagined himself keeping that oath through blazing battle, enemy torture, what-have-you, even while sharing cynical cracks afterwards with Ivan about archaic dress swords and the sort of people who insisted on wearing them. But in the dark of subtler temptations, those that hurt without heroism for consolation, he foresaw, the Emperor would no longer be the symbol of Barrayar in his heart. Peace to you, small lady, he thought to Raina. You've won a twisted poor modern knight, to wear your favor on his sleeve. But it's a twisted poor world we were both born into, that rejects us without mercy and ejects us without consultation. At least I won't just tilt at windmills for you. I'll send in sappers to mine the twirling suckers, and blast them into the sky.... He knew who he served now. And why he could not quit. And why he must not fail. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#mourning #imagination