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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Sep 30, 2025
Grieving is a journey that teaches us how to love in a new way now that our loved one is no longer with us. Consciously remembering those who have died is the key that opens the hearts, that allows us to love them in new ways.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
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.
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.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
The only cure for grief is action.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
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