To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?

Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

The world is groaning and mourning in pain and ignorance, because the people do not know much about the principles of God

Mourn if you must, but don't stop fighting.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

One friend dies and we remain indifferent; another dies, perhaps less intimate, and we see ourselves as dead, and weep, mourn, tear our hair or find ourselves caught up in the madness of the wake, competing with others as to who was closest, now suffers most.

None mourn more ostentatiously than those who most rejoice at it [a death].

Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs breathe their last.

What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back as it is grief at not being able to want to do so.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

We who are left how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?

To weep excessively for the dead is to affront the living.

The dead sleep in their moonless night; my business is with the living.

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.

Let mourning stop when ones grief is fully expressed.

Ah! surely Nothing dies but Something mourns!