Death Of A Loved One Quotes

Death Of A Loved One Quote of the day

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

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

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

When you are sorrowful, look again.

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.

Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead, he is just - away.

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

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.

[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.

Imagine trying to relive your worst break-up, your worst fight, the most painful death of a loved one, and just really relive it step by step, and bring it up and apply it to the scene you're in.

- What happens to people that love each other?- I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.

Dead mothers are rather fashionable these days. They lend such an attractive air of tragedy.

One day you will be the only one in the room not living.

Everyone for whom I would have cried has already died.

Memories is all that you have, which help you survive the storms and struggles of your daily life after you lose someone!

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

I destroyed that doll, hoping the sacrifice would somehow reverse time and bring my father back. I was a mad scientist and an angry child.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them." -Corinna

The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud." - 74

It's not that I am not moved by these things, that I don't them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished." - 140

As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

Life is not profound without its own tragedy. It humbles us. Sets the bar for our introspection. Keeps us from believing we are gods. Puts our egos in check.

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

A paradigm shift of viewing palliative care or hospice as a gift instead of seeing it as giving up has the potential to change the way we experience advanced age.

The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.

While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one’s bowels.Painful change just takes time.

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

He was dead.No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.

They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away...I disagree...I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.

People who fall in love can fall out of it.

When it is time for you to say goodbye to a beloved animal friend, remember that while the physical interaction ceases, the soul connection you share is eternal and remains with you both forever.

It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

In a time like that, the past meets you wherever you turn. The days do not use their own hours and minutes, they find ones you have lived through with the person you are missing.

As David Zucker watched the casket of his late wife being lowered into the ground, he thought the worst must surely be over and it was time to start the slow healing process to begin life anew.

You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell, you're too damn beautiful for my own good

Has your life ever been so messed up that you wondered how you would survive another day?

Our atheist thoughts go out to his family following their loss.

My heart felt withered, a neglected fruit that would never again sweeten, now that my love was dead.

Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!

All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.

We are apart so that I will know the joy of being with you again. Take care of yourself, wherever you are. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.

My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone.

All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.