The Quote Garden
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Quotations: In Sympathy
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you, for
Who knows but that I shall be oftentimes?...
~Isla Paschal Richardson (1886–1971), "To Those I Love," in The Rotarian, June 1943
We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance to those who belong there. ~D.L. Moody (1837–1899)
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone. ~Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie, 1997
Those whom we have loved never really leave us. They live on forever in our hearts, and cast their radiant light onto our every shadow. ~Sylvana Rossetti
All that we can know about those we have loved and lost is that they would wish us to remember them with a more intensified realization of their reality. What is essential does not die but clarifies. The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude. ~Thornton Wilder
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love. ~Terri Guillemets
And I will light a candle for you
To shatter all the darkness and bless the time we knew
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way
Oh today I light a candle for you...
~Paul Alexander, "Light A Candle," 1993 ♫
I leave you love.... I leave you hope.... I leave you faith. ~Mary McLeod Bethune (1875–1955), last will and testament, written 1953
Death is the heartache no one can heal,
Memories are keepsakes no one can steal.
Beautiful memories are all we have left,
Of the ones we loved and will never forget.
Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently we gather and cherish them all.
Planted deep in memory's garden
And watered daily with tears,
Memory has a magical way
Of keeping loved ones near.
~Author unknown, grieving poem from the 1950s
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. ~Robert Ingersoll
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. ~Khalil Gibran
We cannot judge a biography by its length.
Nor by the number of pages in it.
We must judge it by the richness of its contents.
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant.
We can not judge a song by its duration.
Nor by the number of its notes.
We must judge it by the way it touches and lifts our souls.
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful.
And when something has enriched your life.
And when its melody lingers on in your heart.
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?
~Vi Keeland and Dylan Scott, Left Behind, 2014
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There are some griefs so loud
They could bring down the sky,
And there are griefs so still
None knows how deep they lie,
Endured, never expended.
~May Sarton, "Of Grief," A Durable Fire, 1972
A human life is a story told by God. ~Hans Christian Andersen, translated
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
~Thomas Campbell, "Hallowed Ground"
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. ~Kenji Miyazawa
In tears alone must my full heart have vent,
And in no language but in sighs lament?
~Ophelia, "To the Memory of a deceased Friend," The Gentleman's Magazine, June 1751
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. ~John Taylor
Overheard at a gravesite: "And they all said ’I’m sorry for your loss,’ as if you were someone who could ever be taken from me." ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
~Rossiter Worthington Raymond
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains. ~Khalil Gibran
He kept at true good humour’s mark
The social flow of pleasure’s tide:
He never made a brow look dark,
Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
~Thomas Love Peacock
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow. ~Rita Schiano, Sweet Bitter Love, 1997, published by The Reed Edwards Company
No hope that ever warmed a human heart
Was lost when that heart crumbled into dust:
The dreams that woke the sunrise of the world are ours—
Our dead walk with us daily, hand in hand.
But every joy we know to give or keep;
By hearts more gentle, and by eyes more true,
They are our own, and undivided still.
In memory! In memory of the dead!
In tenderness and hope for all who live!
Peace with you, ye that lie at rest!
Hope with you, ye that live and yet must face
The pain of living!
In memory, in hope, in tenderness!
~Sharlot Mabridth Hall (1870–1943), "Memoriam," Cactus and Pine: Songs of the Southwest, 1910
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. ~Author unknown
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. ~The Crow, written by James O’Barr, David J. Schow, and John Shirley, 1994
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
~William Shakespeare, Hamlet [V, 2, Horatio]
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; ’tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals? ~Benjamin Franklin, 22 February 1756
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence — o’er and o’er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
~John Henry Newman
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love here on earth
Love beyond the grave
There are no roads
My love for you can’t pave.
The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God. ~Quoted in The Angels’ Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994
Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. ~Emily Dickinson
There's one gift, dear Father, which I have received
That has kept black despair from my heart when I've grieved,
'Tis knowledge that loved ones, when they've been called home,
Do not go far away, I'm never alone.
~Gertrude T. Buckingham, "My Song of Thanksgiving"
Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. ~Author Unknown
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. ~Terri Guillemets
As I kiss your pictured face, so dear,
As I look into your eyes, so clear,
I feel your presence and know you're here
With your loving arms around me!
I gaze at you in the golden frame;
And it seems I hear you speak my name,
Saying, "Mother, dear, I'm just the same;
Don't weep, for we're still together!"...
Dear one, as I kiss the glass, so cold,
That covers your pictured face, I'll hold
Knowledge, more precious than all the gold,
That you'll be near me forever!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The Picture" (1940s)
Although it’s difficult today to see beyond the sorrow,
May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~William Penn
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