Mourning Quotations | Page 2

Mourning your first love is as important as meeting your first love. It's the whole cycle.

You know what it's like. Sometimes, you meet a wonderful person, but it's only for a brief instant. Maybe on vacation or on a train or maybe even in a bus line. And they touch your life for a moment, but in a special way. And instead of mourning because they can't be with you for longer, or because you don't get the chance to know them better, isn't it better to be glad that you met them at all?

When we neglect the artist in ourselves, there is a kind of mourning that goes on under the surface of our busy lives.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

Marry a widdow before she leave mourning.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

When something that occupies a giant space in your life comes to an end, then you have to go through a mourning period. I loved 'The Shield.' It was one of the hardest and one of the greatest experiences of my life. But having said that, I'm always thinking about what's next.

I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

The most heaven-like spots I have ever visited, have been certain rooms in which Christ's disciples were awaiting the summons of death. So far from being a "house of mourning," I have often found such a house to be a vestibule of glory.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?" "Then what died? who are you mourning?" "A point of view.

It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.

There has been a marvelous joyous carnival of mourning for Edith Piaf and Jean Coctaeau, and it was real! They died as they had lived, with style and grace and their proper eccentricity; and Paris loves anybody who can live anarchically and be delightful entertainment at the same time. So do I.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Mourning has its place but also its limits.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

When you take the U out of mourning, it's a brand new day!

Every time someone in your life dies, you realize you're not invincible and you have to wonder if we're celebrating life or if we're mourning a death.

There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned

Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.

tried to focus on a particular aspect of this historical moment: the failure of mourning. This is something I haven't seen a great deal of in the writing around this disaster. And my view is that you write about disaster by writing around it, by writing allusively.

People ask me why I wear veils. I reply, I am mourning. Mourning what? Well I figure something shitty must be going on somewhere.

Remember this-all the sighing, mourning, sobbing, and complaining in the world, does not so undeniably evidence a man to be humble, as his overlooking his own righteousness, and living really and purely upon the righteousness of Christ.

Secret fates Guide our states Both in mirth and mourning.

Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.

Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.

The ministry or service of prophets and witnesses, mourning and prophesying in sackcloth, God has directly commissioned and upheld all during the reign of the beast and antichrist of Rome. This witness is probably near finished, and the bloody storm of slaughter is yet to be expected and prepared for.

What is the difference between grief and mourning? Mourning has company.

None mourn more ostentatiously than those who most rejoice at it [a death].

Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

What I expect from writers-and from myself as a writer-is to articulate a complex view of things. To incite us to be more compassionate. To orchestrate our mourning. And to celebrate ecstasy.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

People are put down in television now, not because they're not qualitative, not because they're not talented - but because there's no room for them, and worse than that, there's nowhere they can find exposure. Their own good talent may die of mourning, just for want of having somebody read what they've written. I don't presume to say how we can best provide platforms for new writers to get read. I don't know. But therein lies the major problem.

So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

The true way to mourn the dead is to take care of the living who belong to them.

Temporary feelings of regret are a normal part of the mourning process. This helps us retrieve our lost dreams. If we hold on to regret, we risk trapping ourselves in a prison of unrealized dreams from which it is difficult to escape.

Although I could lament in the language and feelings of David for Absalom, I am constrained to say, peace to his manes. Let us weep for the living, and not for the dead.

Let mourning stop when one's grief is fully expressed.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness

I will live this day as if it is my last. …I will waste not a moment mourning yesterday’s misfortunes, Yesterday’s defeats, yesterday’s aches of the heart, for why should I throw good after bad?

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.

The hair is the finest ornament women have. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning.

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.