Death may be final, but love is forever.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From a headstone in Ireland
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and very dear. ...Wishing you hope in the midst of sorrow, Comfort in the midst of pain.
Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.
We feel at first as if some opportunities of kindness and sympathy were lost, but learn afterward that any pure grief is ample recompense for all. That is, if we are faithful; -- for a spent grief is but sympathy with the soul that disposes events, and is as natural as the resin of Arabian trees. -- Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.
Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
Bible ... Courage ... Love