Love And Loss Quotes by Khalil Gibran, Isaac Asimov, Rossiter W. Raymond, Susan Howe, James O’Barr, Mary Elizabeth Frye and many others.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
In Maureen Owen’s perfectly titled Erosion’s Pull, words and lines map, unmap, and revamp our everyday postcontemporary geographies: ironies and ambiguities, surrealistic conundrums, kaleidoscopic comedies, puzzlements, certain and uncertain loves and losses.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
I’ve never thought about songwriting as a weapon. I’ve only thought about it as a way to help me get through love and loss and sadness and loneliness and growing up.
Certainly, it is. 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. Not run like a bunny from the good things because they might be taken away sooner than you’d like.
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.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
Those we love don’t go away, they sit beside us every day.
A man is not completely born until he is dead.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
