In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.
J.R.R. TolkienGive sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William ShakespeareTags: words loss sadness sorrow mourning grief bereavement
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it
Jodi PicoultTags: inspirational mourning
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
Jodi PicoultTags: love death heart mourning suicide
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
Jodi PicoultTags: love loss death heart mourning bereavement casket funeral
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan ThomasTags: love death mourning lost-love
If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.
Lemony SnicketTags: mourning bereavement
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Tags: poetry death mourning grief
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;
William Cullen BryantTags: death mourning bereavement
Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Zora Neale HurstonTags: peace loss death mourning memory grief remembrance grieving
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