Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Y allá en el fondo está la muerte si no corremos y llegamos antes y comprendemos que ya no importa.

I like Dancing of Indian girls more than my parents’ prayers . Because they dance with love and passion . But my parents just say their prayers because they got used to it .

It was dark enough that I couldn’t make out their features, but I could see that someone was cutting through the links of the fence. There was a sense of urgency about those that watched...

Attention, God the Judge, God the Father, who Art in Heaven, give me one miracle, please. If You exist as I know You do, even if no one else in the world believes in You,...

Accepting death doesn’t mean you won’t be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, “Why do people die?” and...

Differences disappear when faced with death.

But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out?

Mais, dans la mort d’un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.

Of all the many people we meet in a lifetime,it is strange that so many of us find ourselves in thrall to one particular person. Once that face is seen,an involuntary heartache sets in for...

My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.

Are you so dead inside you don’t feel the daily anguish, terror and deathly suffering of millions? What happened to you? You’ve changed.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper...

Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of bereavement? What do we do with the memory – or in the memory – of the...

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn’t.*

The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.

Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.

…And friends abroad must bear in mindFriends at home they leave behind.Oh, I shall be stiff and coldWhen I forget you, hearts of gold;The land where I shall mind you notIs the land where all’s...

Life is the death of all of us.’ – Tristan

Because really, what do you have to lose? Your life? That’s no big deal, I promise you. When you find out you might die, you’re finally allowed to live like you never have before. If...

Some people experience a life-changing sensation that transforms how they see the world after a near-death experience, but the way I see it, we’re all dying – nay, we’re all dead – and it is...

What the dead don’t know piles up, though we don’t notice it at first. They don’t know how we’re getting along without them, of course, dealing with the hours and days that now accrue so...

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the...

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord,For that a little emptierMy house on earth, what rich rewardsThat guerdon were.

Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men towards one another.

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens...

Ese espacio que uno ocupa, siquiera por un breve periodo, y aunque antes o después todos los personajes deban desaparecer en los confines del tiempo, resplandece como algo sumamente valioso.

But I don’t know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

Death seemed to lose its terrors and to borrow a grace and dignity in sublime keeping with the life that was ebbing away.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, “that guy’snuts.”out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that...

It didn’t help when he told David that his mother would always be with him, even if he couldn’t see her. An unseen mother couldn’t go for long walks with you on summer evenings, drawing...

Life offers many reasons to be alive. Death offers none.

Tis time to die, when ’tis a shame to live.

You know what love is because you’ve studied it, not because you’ve felt it. You never will. You know what love is? It’s this insidious thing that infects your eyes and ears, spreads to every...

He knew his vampire ‘sisters’ would drain the girls until they were nearly dead, then feed them some of their own blood. That’s when the turning would start – as vampire and human blood mixed...

Why people die?Because they have been sucked, to the death. 25.11.12

… we honor the people we lost by loving again.

Part of this experience involves your being able to say to a person who is dying, “You are loved. You are beautiful. You are like a newborn babe, going into another realm. Release now anyone,...

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters.

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind...

I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.

I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.

Thinking of this friend I had. This friend I loved and keep loving–dead, but never really gone.