You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
Eva IbbotsonTags: inspirational sorrow mourning
She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.
Tanith LeeTags: mourning
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
John GreenThere is a period for hope and one for mourning.
Federico ChiniI am either lacerated or ill at ease
and occasionally subject to gusts of life
Tags: life loss mourning grief unease
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Pablo NerudaTags: friendship loss sadness death mourning abandonment grief cancer
I felt like a mouse running through one of those cardboard mazes. I didn't have to think about anything I did. My body just...went. The difference was that, unlike the mouse, there was no hunk of cheese waiting for me at the end. No reward of any kind for making it through. In fact, there was no end at all.
Alicia K. LeppertTags: mourning
When you lose someone, you get used to living day to day without them. But you’ll never get used to the “10 second heartbreak.” That’s the time it takes to wake to full consciousness each day and remember…
Nina GuilbeauTags: loss mourning heartbreak heartache heartbroken
Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.
Nina GuilbeauTags: loss loneliness mourning lost-love emotional-pain sadness-love loss-quotes sadness-missing-cry
Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying just meant that I would be waiting for him to say something instead of listening to him say something, it would have been fine.
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