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.
ATTRIBUTION:
Washington Irving (1783–1859), U.S. author. “Rural Funerals,” The Sketch-Book (1819-1820).
