Total found: 40
Adam Silvera
Time doesn't heal all wounds. We both know that's bullshit; it comes from people who have nothing comforting or original to say.
Adam Silvera
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.
Alaric Hutchinson
The beauty of death is that it is a constant reminder of the limited time we spend here in this unique life on Earth. It is the ongoing wakeup call that reminds us to be joyous, to laugh, to love, to be compassionate and grateful, and most of all
Arundhati Roy
The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged out at them like a famished beast. Then Rahel's Ammu was fed to it. Her hair, her skin, her smile. Her voice. They way she used Kipling to love her children before putting them to bed: We be of one blood, though and I. Her goodnight kiss. The way she held their faces steady with one hand (squashed-cheeked, fish-mouthed) while she parted and combed their hair with the other. The way she held knickers out for Rahel to climb into. Left leg, right leg. All this was fed to the beast, and it was satisfied.She was their Ammu and their Baba and she had loved them Double.
Bangambiki Habyarimana
We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.
Bangambiki Habyarimana
Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion
Christopher Moore
Don't be so hard on yourself, You're doing the same thing, trying to reconcile all the moms that Mom ever was - The one you wanted, the one she was when you needed her and she was there, the one she was when she didn't understand. Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves. When someone dies, they all integrate into the soul - the essence of who we are, beyond the different faces we wear throughout our lives. You're just hating the selves you've always hated, and loving the ones you've always loved. It's bound to mess you up.
Colleen Hoover
I think about all the people I wish could die instead of you.
Connie Kerbs
Three, 300, or 3,000 - these are the number of unknown days, a week, a year, or a decade, each far too precious little and yet, poignantly too much at the same time, to see an irrevocably declined loved one languish and suffer. That irreversible release lingers in the doorway, but is never quite ushered all the way in, to comfort and carry our loved one to that Better Place. When the time finally comes, we can be enveloped in a warm cloak of long-awaited acceptance and peace that eases our own pain; that quiets the grief which has moaned inside of us, at least some, every single one one of those bittersweet days, weeks... or years.
Eileen Anglin
Love never dies. Human or animal, God's promise to us all is that we will all be together again and what a comfort that is to know.
Evy Michaels
You live on in the wind that wraps around me to remind me of the absence of your embraceYou live on in her eyes, when she looks at me I see your faceYou live on in the moon that revives the light you shone in my nightYou live on in her smile, when she laughs at my jokes, your voice echoes in her throatYou live on in our song that I play on Saturdays all day longYou live on in her touch, when she wipes my tears away and assures me I'll see you againYou live on...When I'm with her, you're with us
Gabriel García Márquez
siguió evocando hasta el amanecer las excelencias del marido, sin reprocharle otra deslealtad que la de haberse muerto sin ella, y redimida por la certidumbre de que nunca había sido tan suyo como lo era entonces, dentro de un cajón clavado con doce clavos de tres pulgadas, y a dos metros debajo de la tierra.
Gaia B. Amman
Life goes on, whether you like it or not. I just wished it could lurch forward. Time is the best doctor, they say, and that's bullshit, because from certain pains you can never heal. They keep screaming inside of you till eventually you get used to the noise and can hear again the life outside, but they are always there, aching, clawing at your soul.
Germany Kent
Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.
Giorge Leedy
MOMWholeheartedly,She loved me-And inspired me-With transcending devotion.It was a blessing-To have been her son,To have been loved-Without conditions.Her words of wisdom-Opened my eyes-To the world-And to myself.By seeing the best in me, She empowered me.By believing in me, She transformed me.She grew old-And floated away,But her love remains standing-Eternally by my side.
Henry David Thoreau
On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.
Imania Margria
Death, like so much in life, is a lesson, which must be understood and cherished, not feared; it is a rite of passage we all must encounter at one time or another; it helps build our character and makes us stronger if we can endure its painful aftermath.
Jack Thorne
Those we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.
James Whitcomb Riley
He Is Not DeadI cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead. He is just away.With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,He has wandered into an unknown landAnd left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there.And you
Jessica Maria Tuccelli
I wish I'd paid better attention. I didn't yet think of time as finite. I didn't fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do with snippets pasted together, a film projected on the back of my mind.
Jessica Maria Tuccelli
I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?
John Corey Whaley
Not only had my brother disappeared, but--and bear with me here--a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
José N. Harris
Lay downYour tired & weary head my friend.We have wept too longNight is fallingAnd you are only sleepingWe have come to this journey's endIt's time for us to goTo meet our friendsWho beckon usTo jump againFrom across a distant skyA C-130 comes to carry usWhere we shall all wait For the final green lightIn the light ofThe pale moon risingI see far on the horizonInto the world of night and darknessFeet and knees togetherTime has ceasedBut cherished memories still lingerThis is the way of life and all thingsWe shall meet againYou are only sleeping.
Julian Barnes
He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.
Lailah Gifty Akita
All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day.
Lisa Goich
I wonder if my first breath was as soul-stirring to my mother as her last breath was to me.
Madeline Miller
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
Milan Kundera
When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.
Mitch Albom
But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
Mitch Albom
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).
Nikita Dudani
When you loose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.
Nikita Dudani
When you lose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.
Richard Puz
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone
Rudolf Jerome Ragay
Never judge a person how he died, but how he lived.
Sally Green
And yet I want to be human; I want to be thinking og him because then I feel he is alive somewhere, if only in my head.
Steve Maraboli
I am always saddened by the death of a good person. It is from this sadness that a feeling of gratitude emerges. I feel honored to have known them and blessed that their passing serves as a reminder to me that my time on this beautiful earth is limited and that I should seize the opportunity I have to forgive, share, explore, and love. I can think of no greater way to honor the deceased than to live this way.
Suzy Kassem
The dead never truly die. They simply change form.
V.C. Andrews
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
Walter Mosley
It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.