424 Quotes About Death-of-a-loved-one

I hadn't understood funeral pyres before, but now I do. It's ghastly to burn someone you love but watching the smoke going into the sky, I think that's rather beautiful now. And I wish Tess could be up in the sky. Somewhere with color and light and air.

And then Jonah heard God’s voice. “Jonah, do you know what the difference is between you and the trees?” He was confident it was God because God usually asked questions but gave no answers. Jonah didn’t need a divine answer to this question, he knew it. “Yes,” he said. “The difference between me and the trees is that the trees let go of their leaves. I keep holding onto mine. The trees make room for new life. I don’t.

Don't ask yourself the meaning of life for whoever lives is engaged in dying

How does it feel, to see a dying child? One does not feel at all for there is nothing in the mind to make sense of it. Nothing, but one's own death.

Don’t wait for people to die before you celebrate them; it's useless to the Deceased.

True love defies the realm of death.

Death doesn’t like the old. Their acrid smell, their tough skin, their gaze worn out from used-up dreams, their beaten-dog spines… Death hates that! Whatever else you can say about Death, it likes them young. Death is a dirty old man.

Where does someone’s energy go when their body is cracked open? Does it end up in the corners of all the bedrooms they visited, nestled in the hearts of everyone they knew? Do they have their own secret portals through which they come in and out of the world, where we can sometimes feel them? And if they’re an artist, does their influence go even deeper, into places inside people that they didn’t even know they had?

What’s left when a loved one dies? What is the point of endless grieving and mourning? Can it bring the dead back to life?