He doesn't get that I'm not going to waste my time mourning when I can live.
You have to make a choice that day: to continue living or to start mourning, she started angrily.
She showered and left her room, mourning the loss of her last good friend.
She was promptly chased away by the mourning women and sulked off to her spot in the window.
A Country and Western singer was mourning a lost love on Fred's mini boom box.
Even if Lilith wasn't meant to be his mate, she didn't deserve such a brutal death. She didn't deserve death at all. Instead of mourning a son, Kris could've spent the past few thousand years raising a successor.
Try as he might, the mourning ladies of dreamland wouldn't return to the empty coffin.
I will not be offended if you choose to spend the day in mourning, my friend.
The idea of communicating with the departed was naturally attractive even to the merely curious, still more to those who were mourning for lost friends, and most of all to those who believed that this was the commencement of a new revelation.
He was buried in Greyfriars churchyard, Edinburgh; and his death was the occasion of national mourning in Scotland.
Even his sister wore no mourning for him until she arrived at Vienna and saw that this was expected of her.
He would render the verse, "In that day there shall be a great mourning in Jerusalem, as the mourning of the women who weep for Tammuz-Adon" (A don means lord).
Shirts of the natives of the poorer classes, and is, when very dark, the color of mourning; therefore, women at funerals, and generall after a death, smear themselves with it.
Then Dorothy found, with the aid of the enchanted picture, that Uncle Henry had returned to the farm in Kansas, and she also saw that both he and Aunt Em were dressed in mourning, because they thought their little niece had been killed by the earthquake.
When other birds are still, the screech owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient u-lu-lu.
The chest in the passage was the place of mourning for the younger female generation in the Rostov household.
Soon after Prince Andrew had gone, Princess Mary wrote to her friend Julie Karagina in Petersburg, whom she had dreamed (as all girls dream) of marrying to her brother, and who was at that time in mourning for her own brother, killed in Turkey.
First she decided not to come to the drawing room when he called to see her aunt--that it would not be proper for her, in her deep mourning, to receive visitors; then she thought this would be rude after what he had done for her; then it occurred to her that her aunt and the governor's wife had intentions concerning herself and Rostov--their looks and words at times seemed to confirm this supposition--then she told herself that only she, with her sinful nature, could think this of them: they could not forget that situated as she was, while still wearing deep mourning, such matchmaking would be an insult to her and to her father's memory.
As she was in mourning Princess Mary did not go out into society, and Nicholas did not think it the proper thing to visit her again; but all the same the governor's wife went on with her matchmaking, passing on to Nicholas the flattering things Princess Mary said of him and vice versa, and insisting on his declaring himself to Princess Mary.