Searching for quotes and sayings about mourning. If yes, now you don’t need to search for them anymore. Here I have compiled down some quotes on mourning or personal loss.
It’s not the goodbye that hurt but the flashbacks that follow
When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.
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.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn’t magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
We all live with our losses. We don’t want to, but we can
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
It was a fine cry – loud and long – but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.
Toni Morrison, Sula
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
Jodi Picoult, Mercy
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
A Headstone in Ireland
I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.
Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief
William Cullen Bryant
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing…
Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss.
Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Jonathan Safran Foer