Quotes on Funerals And Death

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

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

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.

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

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Perhaps passing through the gates of death is like passing quietly through the gate in a pasture fence. On the other side, you keep walking, without the need to look back. No shock, no drama, just the lifting of a plank or two in a simple wooden gate in a clearing. Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow.

I can't think of a more wonderful thanksgiving for the life I've had than that everyone should be jolly at my funeral.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

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

If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Who knows when the end is reached? Death may be the beginning of life. How do I know that love of life is not a delusion after all? How do I know that he who dreads to die is as a child who has lost the way and cannot find his way home? How do I know that the dead repent of having previously clung to life?

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

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

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

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.

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.