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“Sorrow for your loss: When someone has been a blessing to you in your life, you will miss them as much when they have passed. Take comfort in realizing that the more they were a blessing, a love, and a reward to you, the more their passing makes you mourn. So let every tear be met with a smile, a missing realized as a blessing.”

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“La șaptezeci și doi de ani, viitorul e ceea ce jelesc. Din facultate n-am uitat-o niciodată pe Mașa în Pescărușul spunând Sunt în doliu după viața mea.”

Future Old Age Mourning Chekhov

Book:Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

Source: Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

“Everyone was in scrubs. I noticed one man who was not in scrubs. “Is this the wife,” he said to the driver. Then he looked at me. “I'm your social worker.” And I guess that was when I knew. That's something else to remember. If they give you a social worker, you're in trouble.”

Grief Mourning Grief And Loss

Book:The Year of Magical Thinking: The Play

Source: The Year of Magical Thinking: The Play

“Aunt YA walked in, saw Kirabo, and wailed, 'Tom, you have not loved this child enough!’ and got down on her knees and keened. Uncle Ndiira disappeared. The women picked up Aunt YA’s lament like a tidal wave.”

Death Grief Mourning Lament

Book:A Girl Is a Body of Water

Source: A Girl Is a Body of Water

“All wounds take time to heal. You just gotta hold on, and remember that you won't feel like this forever”

Inspirational Mourning

Book:The Colours We See

Source: The Colours We See

“I thought missing my Dad would be the hardest thing I’d ever do; but the worst thing, the hardest thing, had turned out to be angry with someone you couldn’t fight it out with.”

Dad Anger Mourning Emotional Intelligence Closure Death And Love

Author:Emily Henry

“Their presumed, reliable fraudulence is what makes their presence, to the mourners, necessary. Because grief, at its worst, is unreal. And it calls for a surreal response.”

Book:On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

Source: On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Whence come those mysterious influences which change our happiness into discouragement, and our self-confidence into diffidence?”

Happiness Sadness Confidence

Book:The Horla

Source: The Horla

“An hour later, a group of men from the funeral home arrived. With my grandfather's help, they cleaned my grandmother's body and marinated it in rice alcohol. When the wine had straightened her limbs, which had stiffened from rigor mortis, they dressed her in new clothes. Using a thick red thread, they tied her two big toes together to prevent her spirit from wandering. A cheap red lacquered coffin was brought into my grandparents' bedroom. A layer of sand was spread at the bottom to cushion the body. Rich families would use tea leaves instead of sand. The more expensive the tea, the richer and higher in status the dead were. We covered the sand with coarse, loosely woven cotton gauze. After my grandmother's body was laid inside the coffin, a small dish filled with burning oil was placed on the ground beneath it to keep her spirit warm. Incense in a large urn perfumed the air. It was time for friends and relatives to pay their respects.”

Tradition Mourning Death And Dying Burial Traditional Tales

Book:The Unwanted: A Memoir of Childhood

Source: The Unwanted: A Memoir of Childhood

“Embarrassed and almost quickly because sometimes I feel that my mourning is merely a susceptibility to emotion. But all my life haven’t I been just that: moved?”

Book:Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

Source: Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

“Shutter all the windows, bar the door - Pain is what a house is for. Close your eyes when other eyes beseech, turn away from arms that reach. There is no commitment without cost - nothing is loved but can be lost. Better not to meet than have to part - there is no armor for the heart. But always light seeps in through cracks, and dust. No house is built that you can trust, So you may wake one day to find you care a little too much for a chair.”

Author:Anne Lindbergh