#mourning

The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace) unmoving. Gianluca. Barely able to see, barely able to stand - my knees kept buckling – and breathing so quietly I thought that I, too, might die; that out of shock, I would just drift away, the shell of my body cracking open. No longer anchored by my brother’s love, I would be reabsorbed by sky. Gianluca. If there was never another sound in the world, I would understand – yes, that would be appropriate, it would be fitting. This was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. My brother’s death seemed to demand silence of all the world. Gianluca. ↗

— Antonella Gambotto-Burke

#bereavement #depression #despair #gassing #grief

They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man. ↗

— John Pearson

#days #equal #extend #griefs #hope

Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#getting-over-it #mourning #change

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own. ↗

— Antonio Porchia

#lacks #mourning #own #river #see

My fellow Minnesotans join me in mourning the loss of America's 40th President and celebrating the life of a man who personified both the greatness and goodness of America. ↗

— Jim Ramstad

#both #celebrating #fellow #goodness #greatness

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

— Maurice Sendak

#constant state #grew #house #i #mourning

Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity--he might be there, that place she didn't think to look, hadn't worked hard enough to find.... ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#grieving #loss #lost-love #love #mourning

I could feel my insides sink. My knees too. So I sat on the ground, against the wall, letting it support me. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. I thought heartbreak was me, standing alone at the prom. That was nothing. This, this was heartbreak. The pain in your chest, the ache behind your eyes. The knowing that things will never be the same again. It’s all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don’t. You don’t know anything. ↗

— Jenny Han

#loss #mourning #love

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mourning #love

LAVINIA: I want to feel love! Love is all beautiful! I never used to know that! I was a fool! We'll be married soon... We'll make an island for ourselves on land and we'll have children and love them and teach them to love life so that they can never be possessed by hate and death! ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#mourning-becomes-electra #beauty