Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If any of you cry at my funeral, I'll never speak to you again!
I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.
Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Grieve and mourn for yourself not once or twice, but again and again.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
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.
As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.