Quotes on Death Grief

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not "get over" the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

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

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

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.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.