612 Quotes About Mourning

O cattiva Proserpina, come puoi tollerareche invano sian versate tante lacrime amare?...

All that spring and summer, there were times when she felt as if she had no joints or muscles, no physical means with which to move about the world.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.


Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone. I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, because only extroverts cry twice; I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.

From the day after we lose someone, how we lost them doesn't matter. All that matters now is that they're gone, and there's absolutely no more interacting with that person. There's just the memories. And those memories will come pelting at you at random for a while, before you realize it can be beautiful to let them run through you.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?”My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered herquestion. Then I nodded vigorously as I remembered. Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked as I whispered hoarsely, “Yes, I do remember.After my husband died, it hurt like this. My chest felt full and heavy, and I thought then, Oh, this is what it feels like to have your heart break.

Than thở hình như là cách tự vuốt ve nỗi khổ.

I can’t shake you.