To The Death Quotes

Besides a burial service is rather lovely. Makes you feel uplifted, the grief is real. It makes you feel awful but it does something to you. I mean, it works it out like perspiration.

As hard as it is, grieving can be a gift, if we use it to examine our own lives and come closer to those we love.

It may be difficult, but thru sorrow, it’s important to find happiness in our memories and be very thankful to have them!

The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.

This was not [him]. It was a thing, with all the [him]-ness gone from it. Death takes the person and leaves his shell behind, like a hollowed-out tree.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

Aurora, you're a child, live like one, don't act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.

The dead should not have to answer to the claims of the living, even the sharpest grief.

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless - the action, indifferent.

Your thoughts can torture you-but not the dead. They've moved on.

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

If you can get to be you, why can't I get to be me?

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that?

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

As long as they talk about you, you're not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn't die, just because the man dies.

Throw off your grief, ' doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.

The final tormenting, unanswerable question: what is 'success' in mourning?

Jesus might not think so, but maybe the dead are best left that way.

You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.

For each person I lost I found a new layer of grief to cover myself with, and each time I tried to bring something of their essence into my own being - be it unconditional love, kindness and piety.

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Sorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.

Grief does not change you. It reveals you.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die.

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.

Stop your weeping. Grief is for the dead.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

We don't get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.

She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

Like young fern shootsmy child's fingers curled.I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.

Listen with your heart, not your brain. the heart only knows TRUTH!

Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it.

All my life I'd been a believing Christian. ... But that instant in the ER--the instant Annette [his wife] died--I seemed to feel my religious faith die

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.

There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain that only time and tears can expel.

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.

(...) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death was Augustus Water.

The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.

If the breath of life is taken, man turn to dust.