#mourning

Great were the lamentation and the cry when the news of this mischance was noised about the city. Such a tumult of mourning was never before heard, for the whole city was moved. ↗

— Marie de France

#before #city #cry #great #heard

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations. ↗

— John Banville

#death #grief #immortality #life-goes-on #loss

My fellow Minnesotans join me in mourning the loss of America's 40th President and celebrating the life of a man who personified both the greatness and goodness of America. ↗

— Jim Ramstad

#both #celebrating #fellow #goodness #greatness

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mourning #love

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. ↗

— Elizabeth McCracken

#mourning #death

Even the most blatant assholes seemed to function in a state of grace when confronted with the brutal loss of a loved one. They moved through the world differently than other people. When they looked at you, you had the feeling that they were really seeing you. Their entire universe was just this one thing, this one event, this one loss. They seemed, for a few weeks, to have things in perspective. Then the inconsequential shit of their lives would start to seep back in. ↗

— Chelsea Cain

#love

And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay. ↗

— George Washington Cable

#darkened #decay #entered #gigantic #hung

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

— Roland Barthes

#future #mourning #death

There is nothing to be compared to this, 'cause we lost our brother, our hero. The world is mourning. We are mourning. The fans are mourning. It is unreal. Unbelievable. ↗

— Jermaine Jackson

#cause #compared #fans #hero #lost

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#funeral #grief #love #mourning #poem