Loved One Quotes
We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.
All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day.
My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone.
We came us spirit into the world. We shall depart us spirit out of the world.
The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once.
Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over
I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan
As we witness the death of departed souls, other people will observe our departure from the world.
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.
Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.
The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.
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 always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
LOVE IS LIKE A DESIGNER FASHION, ENJOY IT WHEN YOU HAVE IT. LET IT GO WHEN IT IS GONE BECAUSE A NEW ONE WILL COME.
When people die, ' she said softly, 'It doesn't necessarily mean you're ready to give them up.
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.
The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.
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
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
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)
...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)
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.
Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death
But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.
By acknowledging my impermanence, I can consider if there is anything I can do now to help my loved ones who will be left behind cope with losing me and to facilitate healing.
Hence the migratory bird was about to leave then the other bird just querked and weeped
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.
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!
My heart felt withered, a neglected fruit that would never again sweeten, now that my love was dead.