612 Quotes About Mourning

Everybody here is infirm. Everybody here is infirm.

For your love given ask no return, none. To love you must love to love.

Your dying was a difficult enterprise.First, petty things took up your energies,The small but clustering duties of the sick, Irritant as the cough’s dry rhetoric.Those hours of waiting for pills, shot, X-ray Or test (while you read novels two a day) Already with a kind of clumsy stealthDistanced you from the habits of your health.

Lucky life isn't one long string of horrors and there are moments of peace, and pleasure, as I lie in between the blows.

Outdoors next day, I was dizzy from a sense Of being ejected with some violenceFrom vigil in a white and distant spot Where I was numb, into this garden plotToo warm, too close, and not enough like pain.

The worst lie is to say good-bye. Where are you going that I won't follow?

I've got some broken ducks. I need to get them in a row.

Trying to remember youis like carrying waterin my hands a long distanceacross sand. Somewhere people are waiting.They have drunk nothing for days.

I feel her presence in the common day, In that slow dark that widens every eye.She moves as water moves, and comes to me,Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.