Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
“Life is not just black and white, there are a million shades in between.” — Hanif Hassan Barbhuiya Copy Share Image
“Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love; cleaving the heart they held with their passing.” — Brandon M. Herbert Copy Share Image
“Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“It's wrong to give so much time over to mourning, she tells herself. Mourning and brooding. There's nothing to be accomplished by… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components – that is doubtless a way to curb mourning. — Julia Kristeva Copy Share Image
Mourning after an absent God is an evidence of a love as strong, as rejoicing in a present one. — Frederick William Robertson Copy Share Image
“but from here on I want more crazy mourning, more howl, more keening -from "A Woman Dead in Her Forties” — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of… — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
“It’s almost as if the dead have no value unless we know that someone they are related to is still alive and… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Dimitri had driven his mother back to Montreux from the Lausanne hospital at dusk on July 2, in his blue Ferrari, on… — Stacy Schiff Copy Share Image
I will live this day as if it is my last. …I will waste not a moment mourning yesterday’s misfortunes, Yesterday’s defeats,… — Og Mandino Copy Share Image
“Mourning. At the death of the loved being, acute phase of narcissism: one emerges from sickness, from servitude. Then, gradually, freedom takes… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Experiencing the intense pangs of grief, it is so difficult to trust that we can be whole without that person or thing… — Senora Roy Copy Share Image
I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“He held onto his grief as a way to hold on to who he was grieving. He felt that his pain was… — Sean Norris Copy Share Image
Good Friday is a day of mourning, and all the ceremonies and rituals of the day are centered on the feeling of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“From the day after we lose someone, how we lost them doesn't matter. All that matters now is that they're gone, and… — Chad Pelley Copy Share Image
“Even the most blatant assholes seemed to function in a state of grace when confronted with the brutal loss of a loved… — Chelsea Cain Copy Share Image
“I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in… — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
“The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet… — Antonella Gambotto-Burke Copy Share Image
“That’s why it’s hard, I think, to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn. I love that line… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
“What is dying? I am standing on the seashore. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She… — Charles Henry Brent Copy Share Image
Nathan. I can't believe you would just leave like that. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE. You didn't deserve to be bullied.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The real irony is that the view of infinity as some forbidden zone or road to insanity - which view was very… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Anger was quickly creeping into the areas that mourning hadn’t filled” — Bernadette Marie Copy Share Image
“This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
