Death Of A Loved One Quotes
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.
I believe it’s imperative to bring the light of support and knowledge to patients and families when death is approaching.
Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.
There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
Those we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.
I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?
I’d give in to the grief but make sure I wasn’t loud enough to draw attention from those who think words will make me feel better.
The dead never truly die. They simply change form.
All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day.
The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once.
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 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.
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
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.
A paradigm shift of viewing palliative care or hospice as a gift instead of seeing it as giving up has the potential to change the way we experience advanced age.
The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.
While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one’s bowels.Painful change just takes time.
And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.
Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.
He was dead.No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.
They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away...I disagree...I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.
That is — your friend?" "Philtatos, " Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.
There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.
My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
