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

Our atheist thoughts go out to his family following their loss.

Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love; cleaving the heart they held with their passing.

They say, the sun brings life to the world. The sun will rise and look is it not a corpse? Everything is dead and there are corpses everywhere. Just people and around them silence__that is...

Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeletal bones, grasping for a final breath from the last silvery clouds of evening that slowly...

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone’s got if they’d just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it’s something we all have to give, and if it’s something we...

Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!

After the service was over, I whispered to one of my fellow staff members, “If I commit suicide, I’ll tattoo a message on my body. People will read the message on my body, if my...

But now the other half of “us” was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I’d be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

He Is Not DeadI cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead. He is just away.With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,He has wandered into an unknown landAnd left us...

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

He was dead.No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.

When Death laughs, no one else does

I guess we’ll never know exactly what … the reasons behind the losses we experience in this life. But being angry doesn’t make them any less devastating. It only robs us of the happiness and...

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

People who fall in love can fall out of it.

Don’t be so hard on yourself, You’re doing the same thing, trying to reconcile all the moms that Mom ever was – The one you wanted, the one she was when you needed her and...

I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I...

Death. It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

Mama wasn’t dead…exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well...

They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don’t have to hear the stupid things people say, but I’d look like a dork in them.” -Corinna

lessen as time passes,” but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand...

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

It’s not that people don’t know when they’ll die. It’s that they don’t seem to know they’ll die.

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...

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn’t want to forget… So I realize, that if it’s hard for me, how...

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief… Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband’s graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God’s death.

The departed souls shall never return.

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

The people in the hospital had been struck by her calm and the number of questions she had asked. They hadn’t appreciated her inability to understand something quite obvious – that Tolya was no longer...

You’re too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you’re too damn beautiful for my own good

Mom wholeheartedly… She loved me—and inspired me—with transcending devotion. It was a blessing—to have been her son, to have been loved—without conditions. Her words of wisdom opened my eyes to the world—and to myself. By...

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...

A strong realization hits me.Any of us could die at any minute.In a second… we could die. Fall apart. Gone.

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

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here’s what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it’s...

And then I feel guilty, because I know all these offers are made in vain. I know I cannot get my mother back healthy for a day. … My mom is sick, sick and dying,...

It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated my every breath. I couldn’t escape it, that persistent voice, lingering...

It is sad but so many tragedies can be avoided, if we extend a little bit of love to one another.

While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one’s bowels.Painful change just takes time.

Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes, The Parian Statue, bending o’er the Urn, The dark robe floating, the dejection worn On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes; Not all this...

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

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Death wasn’t a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

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...