Quintus Ennius Quotes

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

The chief mourner does not always attend the funeral.

death had just shred a tear

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry.

When one has lost a friend one's eyes should be neither dry nor streaming. Tears, yes, there should be, but not lamentation.

Do not mourn the dead with the belly.

Death was a big part of my life growing up. I went to lots of funerals.

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

The funeral is a quiet one, despite the number of mourners present. There are no sobs or flailing handkerchiefs. There is a smattering of color amongst the sea of traditional black. Even the light rain cannot push it down into the realms of despair. It rests instead in a space of thoughtful melancholy.

I hate funerals. They aren't for the guy who's dead. They're for the guys who are left alive and enjoy mourning.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

Funerals...are for the living.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

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.

Pearls mean tears.

How one deals with the death of a loved one is a highly personalized affair. Some people weep for days; others take a hike in the woods or count rosary beads.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.