It was only in the middle—between the immense and the minute—that sadness seemed to exist.

O zła Persefono,Mogłażeś tak wielu łzam dać upłynać płono?

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.

Mistake this day as being like any other, and your deaths will go as unmourned as the insects of the field.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

When someone close to you dies, you feel like you might die too. It takes some of the life out of you for a time.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;