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Quotations: In Sympathy
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity –
Unable they that love – to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
~Emily Dickinson, 1865
...while we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil... ~John Taylor, 1882
Every breath of the wind that blows,
Every flake of the winter snows,
Every twig of the pine that grows,
Speaks to me of thee;
In my heart, when the Day is gone,
Through the years, be they drear or long,
You will live, as the lilt of song,
In my memory.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "In Memory," Rainbow Verse: A Book of Helpful Sunny Philosophy, 1919
I think when loved ones die, we absorb something from them that makes us who we are so we can continue on. ~Reginald VelJohnson
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
~Thomas Campbell (1777–1844), "Hallowed Ground"
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels! ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Saint Gilgen," Hyperion, 1839
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. ~Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931), The Prophet
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. ~Terri Guillemets
...memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you wish to never lose. ~Bob Brush, The Wonder Years, 1988
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, 1943
For what is thine is ours always, if we are Thine and 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, prayer, in memorandum, Ida Elizabeth Smith Noyes, 1912
The vanished, vanished faces
Press on our inner sight;
We see them in the morning,
We see them in the night.
Belovèd are the living,
Who have not taken flight,
But the vanished, vanished faces
Make the lonely heart's delight.
~Mary Clemmer (1831–1884), "Vanished Faces"
We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance to those who belong there. ~D. L. Moody (1837–1899)
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
The Day that died in the golden west
Still flings its marvelous glory;
The eagle that swung from the mountain crest
Has tinted a poet's story...
The friend that vanished through mist and tears,
With a love that faltered never,
Will crown the life of the weary years,
The beautiful, vast forever.
~Josephine Butterfield Walcott (1840–1906), "Beautiful Links," World of Song, 1878
May soothing words of sympathy, sweet and precious consolations, and wise and gentle counsels distil like heavenly dew upon thy bleeding heart. ~William Simonds, Our Little Ones in Heaven, 1858 [a little altered
Tenderly, silver moon, look down
On the new grave to-night!
Stars that symbol our home above,
Oh, shine with softest light!
Angels, stoop to the friends bereft
And kiss all tears away!
An earthly veil has covered lips
Of sweetest smile to-day.
Come closer, Lord, to mourning hearts
Than Thou hast been before!
The Life was Thine. The memory we
Will treasure evermore.
~Sara L. Vickers Oberholtzer, "Laid to Rest," 1889
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
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 Tooley Buckingham (1880–1971), "My Song of Thanksgiving"
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!
~Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh, 1817
Death ends a life… but it does not end a relationship... ~Robert Anderson, I Never Sang For My Father, 1966
'T is hard to part with one so sudden call'd,
So young, so happy, and so dearly loved;
To see the arrow at our idol hurl'd,
And vainly pray the shaft may be removed.
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "The Mourner"
The voice I used to love so well
Is silent, still, for aye;
No more my woes it will dispel,
Nor all my boyish angers quell—
My strength of yesterday.
Ah, daddy mine—a lad's best friend—
E'en though you've gone from me,
I'll hear your voice at every bend
Of Life's long road, until the end
Of God's Eternity
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "The Silent Voice," Smiles and Sighs, 1910
Young, loving, and beloved! oh cruel Death!
Couldst thou not spare the treasure for a while?
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "The Mourner"
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, 1751
I too, have been a mourner. Sorrow deep
Its lava-tide around my pathway roll'd...
All joy grew dim before my tearful eye,
Which but the shadow of the grave could see;
There was no brightness in the earth or sky,
There was no sunshine in the world for me.
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "The Mourner"
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 you're shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories. ~Terri Guillemets
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, c.1600 [V, 2, Horatio]
'T is grief, but all its bitterness is past;
'T is sorrow, but its murmurings are o'er.
Within my soul, which to the storm was bow'd,
Now the white wing of Peace is folded deep;
And I have found, I trust, behind the cloud,
The blessing promised to the eyes that weep.
So thou wilt find relief. For deepest woe
A fount of healing in our pathway springs...
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "The Mourner"
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