The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
—Washington Irving (1783–1859) American Essayist, Biographer, Historian
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
—Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (1926-2004) American Psychiatrist
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92) American Quaker Poet, Abolitionist
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
—Euripides (480–406 BCE) Ancient Greek Dramatist
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
—Iris Murdoch (1919–99) British Novelist, Playwright, Philosopher