Death Of A Loved One Quotes

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone

On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but-and bear with me here-a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.

Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).

God determine timing of everything;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to be sorrow and a time to be happy.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time of darkness and a time of light.
A time of trouble and a time of liberation.

Help me to understand, what my grief has prevented me from seeing - within.

Let the pain & suffering of all that appears to be lost, be soothed, healed & comforted.

I wish I’d paid better attention. I didn’t yet think of time as finite. I didn’t fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do with snippets pasted together, a film projected on the back of my mind.

Time is life.
Time for birth, time for death.

Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.

It is sad but so many tragedies can be avoided, if we extend a little bit of love to one another.

When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Relieve your pain.
Shedding tears is good for the soul.