612 Quotes About Mourning
- Author Roland Barthes
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Only I know what my road has been for the last year and a half: the economy of this motionless and anything but spectacular mourning that has kept me unceasingly separate by its demands; a separation that I have ultimately always projected to bring to a close by a book--Stubbornness, secrecy.
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- Author Roland Barthes
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Everything pains me. The merest trifle rouses a sense of abandonment.I'm impatient with other people, their will to live, their universe. Attracted by a decision to withdraw from everyone [no longer bearing the world of Y].
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- Author Joseph Conrad
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This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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- Author Keith Douglas
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Remember me when I am deadand simplify me when I'm dead.
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- Author Kevin Young
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To lose someone close to you is to enter an experience no amount of forethought or hindsight can free you from. You must live through grief. You cannot outsmart it, nor think through the fact of someone's being gone, and forever. You must survive the sorrow.
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- Author Ursula K. Le Guin
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Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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- Author Louise Glück
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I sleep so you will be alive, it is that simple.
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- Author Murasaki Shikibu
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He felt her there beside him, just as she had always been on evenings like this when he had called for music, and when her touch on her instrument, or her least word to him, had been so much her own; except that he would have preferred even to this vivid dream her simple reality in the dark.
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- Author Sarah Winman
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But most of all I wrote about him - now called Max - my brother, our friend, missing now for 10 days. And I wrote about what I’d lost that morning. The witness of my soul, my shadow in childhood when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and God was a rabbit.
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