I think illness is a family journey, no matter what the outcome. Everybody has to be allowed to process it and mourn and deal with it in their own way.
We should not clap our hands and mourn, for he is out of trouble. You are still in it.
Walt Kowalski: [to Thao] Have some respect, zipperhead. We're in mourning here.
A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.
There are a lot of guys who play in the NBA. There aren't a lot of guys who have a chance to win a gold medal, too.
There are many things we do not want about the world. Let us not just mourn them. Let us change them.
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.
Jerusalem is a festival and a lamentation. Its song is a sigh across the ages, a delicate, robust, mournful psalm at the great junction of spiritual cultures.
To re-live these characters would be wonderful, because I know when the show ends it will be huge mourning process.
You can't understand Twenties England until you appreciate it was under a cloud of mourning. Nearly everyone was grieving.
Never mourn the loss of innocence, because it always brings the much greater gain of wisdom.
I think you have to know how you feel when you're sad and it's healthy to mourn if a relationship ends.
If our cultural lives are sick, it is likely to be an impediment to our spiritual lives. Much popular culture promotes a spirit of restlessness. That is likely to be an obstacle to prayer, to concerned reflection, and to attentiveness to the needs of...
In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen’s lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. “Take these,” she told Lorraine. “We can’t eat them all, but Helen won’t stop baking.” “Sweetheart,” Lorraine said, “everybody mourns ...
That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then Song of...
I like writing letters and receiving letters. It's a shame that we've lost the art of letter-writing and saving correspondence. I mourn that.
It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.
It is a mournful task to break the sombre attachments of the past.
As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.
