Death Of A Loved One Quotes

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

To fear death is nothing other than to think oneself wise when one is not. For it is to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not even turn out to be the greatest blessings of human beings. And yet people fear it as if they knew for certain it is the greatest evil.

The body is only a garment. How many times you have changed your clothing in this life, yet because of this you would not say that you have changed. Similarly, when you give up this bodily dress at death you do not change. You are just the same, an immortal soul, a child of God.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it’s the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don’t deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I’ve had to open up to grief in different contexts.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

A man is not completely born until he is dead.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life, there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep, and of those who weep with those who weep. If you watch, you will see The hand of God putting the stars back in their skies one by one.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

Even the rich aren’t often happy. Their wealth is at best only a temporary distraction. It doesn’t make them immune to emotional and mental suffering, or to disease and death. They too must deal with loneliness, the deaths of loved ones and the frustrations and boredom of old age.

[after the death of a loved one] It is when there is nothing more to be done that the reality of the loss often hits with full force.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.