Death

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings

Gone yet not forgotten, although we are apart, your spirit lives within me, forever in my heart

Life is a dream walking, death is a going home

Grief is the price we pay for love

The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one

Fear not death, for the sooner we die the longer we shall be immortal

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to heaven and bring you home again

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys

There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern - why then should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be?

Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels

Death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone

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.

Recovering from the death of your mother is not about forgetting, it's about feeling entitled to remember.

Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.

Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening