Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace. Will had opened his blue eyes that never lost their colour over all the passing years, and looked at Jem and then Tessa,...

What will be your death note?

Dogs will give you unconditional love until the day they die. Cats will make you pay for every mistake you’ve ever made since the day you were born.

Life in all its resiliency, beauty and strength is sometimes eclipsed by its unquestionable transient frailty. Today we are alive…tomorrow is not promised. And it seems, the evil that lurks in the shadows, this side...

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

what promise she can do this time?it seems always she dose ,never fulfilled.a wish ,a promise to herself-a simple method of perfect dying process and never looking back afterwards.in his side,when he could rest her...

We are all connected. The living to the nonliving, as the nonliving to the living. All things in all directions in all times. It is only in the physical dimension that we have limitations. (The...

Well, not really fall apart.

The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn’t eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

Help me to understand, what my grief has prevented me from seeing – within.

As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.

Sometimes it took death for me to see life, don’t live with regrets keep your head high. In a world filled with beauty I don’t want to blink twice; soak up every moment because you...

May you find the strength and resolve today, to allow a deeper sense of healing to begin.

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

I can’t loose you…you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don’t do this!

Let the pain & suffering of all that appears to be lost, be soothed, healed & comforted.

Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins...

Façade. One, simple word. But, very complex portents. It’s like living a life of half-dead. You are neither fully inside a grave, nor completely out of it, beyond the oppressive calmness of the slabs, tombstones...

Elle avait fini par se résoudre à sauter du véhicule quand une énorme explosion retentit au loin […]. Le bruit secoua le carrosse qui continuait de s’éloigner, réveillant Elena qui jusque-là dormait profondément. […] Ses...

The dead vanishes into thin air.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into...

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

Death is a misery.

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away…I disagree…I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

True spiritual love is not a feeble imitation and anticipation of death, but a triumph over death, not a separation of the immortal form from the mortal, of the eternal from the temporal, but a...

And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.

growth came during deathlife became larger than evertime became smaller

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Helen, you would just have to sit still, close your eyes and think of me, and I would turn the universe inside out to find you. I would go anywhere and fight anything to get...

darkness of life is living death