“ There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when… Robin Hobb
“ If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, pil… Robin Hobb
“ Attending a funeral would leave the average person insane, if they truly believed that sooner or later they are also going to die. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“ Don't cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead. Michael Bassey Johnson
“ There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again Munia Khan
“ I’ve been alive a long time, long enough to know that the more baggage you carry in life, the more unstable you’ll be, until eventually you get sick of carrying it, and then you just fall down. Rebecca McNutt
“ Be sure that your praise songs are numbered higher than your sorrowful dirges and your utmost hope, firmer than your woeful regrets. Be positive. Israelmore Ayivor
“ I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself. Sometimes, in the mornings, he said. That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn w… Mitch Albom
“ Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there. Lois Lowry
“ There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live..' 'So far, I've been able… Mitch Albom
“ She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her… Francesca Lia Block
“ Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconsti… J.K. Rowling
