Quotes on Death Of A Loved One

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

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.

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

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.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

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

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.

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

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

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

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

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.

A human life is a story told by God.

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.

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.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

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

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

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