The Mourning After Quotes

“It is never too late To overcome despair, To turn sorrow into resolve And pain into purpose. It is never too late to alter my world, Not by magical incantations Or manipulations of the cards Or deciphering the stars. But by opening myself To curative forces buried within, To hidden energies The powers in my interior self. In sickness and in dying, it is never too late Living, I teach, Dying, I teach, How I face pain and fear, Others observe me, children, adults, Students of life and death, Learn from my bearing, my posture, My philosophy.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“When you meet someone, remember they’re afraid of something, they love something, they’ve lost something, and they’re dreaming of something.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“It Is Never Too Late The last word has not yet been spoken The last sentence has not yet been written, The final verdict is not in. It is never too late To change my mind, My direction, To say no to the past, And yes to the future, To offer remorse, To ask and give forgiveness It is never too late To start over again To feel again To love again To hope again.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“you meet someone, remember they’re afraid of something, they love something, they’ve lost something, and they’re dreaming of something.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“For some people, anxiety presents when our unconscious pushes through. The repression of sad or angry feelings emerge and the anxiety symptoms, similar to the fight or flight response, protect you from those intense emotions.” Levon didn’t understand at first. It was too clinical. Then she explained it to him in terms that appealed to the psychologically-challenged: when true feelings that are too hard to cope with want to come out—ones that are deeply rooted in our unconscious—they often present in the form of anxiety.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“A balanced diet is chocolate in both hands.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“life goes on. Evil will never prevail.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“darkness comes light. From the depths of misery comes hope. From black soil grow supple flowers.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“Is Never Too Late The last word has not yet been spoken The last sentence has not yet been written, The final verdict is not in. It is never too late To change my mind, My direction, To say no to the past, And yes to the future, To offer remorse, To ask and give forgiveness It is never too late To start over again To feel again To love again To hope again. It is never too late To overcome despair, To turn sorrow into resolve And pain into purpose. It is never too late to alter my world, Not by magical incantations Or manipulations of the cards Or deciphering the stars. But by opening myself To curative forces buried within, To hidden energies The powers in my interior self. In sickness and in dying, it is never too late Living, I teach, Dying, I teach, How I face pain and fear, Others observe me, children, adults, Students of life and death, Learn from my bearing, my posture, My philosophy. —Rabbi Harold Schulweis In God’s Mirror: Reflections and Essays”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“Even though he took something sacred from her, she has made her peace with the loss. It is her resilience and acceptance that inspire me to be a person who can right a wrong and survive chaos and turmoil.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“she is standing in front of the sculpture entitled The Beginning. Two frightened children nestle within the safety of their mother’s arms. The expressions on their faces are of unspeakable fear and worry; Lucy can hear them begging, pleading with their eyes, can this really happen to us? The stone wall behind the sculpture reads, “...that in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“When you meet someone, remember they’re afraid of something, they love something, they’ve lost something, and they’re dreaming of something”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After

“To lie awake in the cold swelling night, I hear the darkness, smell its impervious scent And then I realize It is morning And the only chill is of my heart.”
― Rochelle B. Weinstein, The Mourning After