Loved Quotes
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.
Grieving the loss of a loved one—whether human or animal—is not only permissible, it is essential.
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.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
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.
I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait
Who doesn't want to know that we notice them and value them? And who might respond to us better when they feel that they matter? It probably cannot be overstated – it matters...that people matter.
Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death
Our loved ones are always with us whether they are of the flesh or of the spirit.
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.
. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars
His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.Anonymous.
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.
If we limit love to being nothing more than a feeling, we have no real feeling for what love is.
This is me being sad.Maybe you think I'm being happy in this picture. Really I'm being sad but pretending I'm being happy. I'm doing that because I think people won't like me if I look sad.
Love that is fueled solely by feelings will suddenly find itself out of gas on a long road with no gas stations.
Hence the migratory bird was about to leave then the other bird just querked and weeped
Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.
Your most precious memories will focus on those you loved, those who loved you, and what you did together in the service of the Lord.
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!
Be still and know you are loved –Feel the arms of the universeRocking you to its steady hum.