612 Quotes About Mourning

Lorsque votre travail de deuil progresse, une énergie intérieure, souvent à peine perceptible, s'active pour réparer tout votre être. Ce travail obscur s'effectue même durant les périodes où vous avez l'impression que rien ne bouge.Cependant, on peut dire que vous êtes sur la bonne voie lorsque vous prenez conscience que vous pleurez sur « vous » et non sur la personne qui n'est plus.

. . . I understand that I was writing (recording) as well as seeking to right (to rectify) the wrong, and now, as I retell the tale, I realize that ‘I am still at the same subject’ still engaged in the same fearful and fierce activity–writing and seeking to right a mortal wrong. (86-87)

We'd all mourn for a while, but at the end of the day we were a tough lot, and we'd survive.

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

REDHere’s the redThe red of love The fire that burnsWithin my soulThe reddest redI’ve ever knownThe flame untouchedIgnited coalHere’s the redThe red of painThat stinging painNo one must knowThe deepest redI’ve ever feltThe emptinessThe mourning soulHere’s the redThe red I knewThat exalted fireThat once ignited youThe reddest red I ever knew…The deepest redI ever knew…

Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.

Maybe guilt isn't about mourning people but about making them a part of you as you go forward.

James felt as he always felt waiting to deliver this kind of news: like an emotional mugger, smashing into other people's calm lives, leaving agony and loss behind. The aloofness of his role built his guilt, his distance from their pain. That he could introduce himself to people to deliver news that ruined them, with no wounds of his own to show in solidarity. He was the professional, like a doctor, slicing through their existence then going back to his own clean life.

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.