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

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 dead body alone is not communication enough. I will make my message clear.""Well," he shrugged, "they could always just close the lid of the coffin.

Because it was all I wanted to fucking know. It was all I wanted to know in this fucking world: where did the beautiful boys go? Where did the beautiful boys go? Where the hell did they go?

Where did my friend go? Was there a place they all gathered, the lost and self destructive? Was there a room they put them in? Necks burnt with rope or holes in their skulls. Beach-water bloated. I will know this at the end of my conversation with life. I will speak and laugh until my tongue falls out and then I will know this. I will know because he will tell me when I see him. How will I enter the theatre? With a hole in my head or exploded by sea. Wrists.

Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask.

Living in the company of death—between the lines. It lets me see your face as if it were yesterday. I wonder if I’ve grown dependent on this pain. Stepping into the otherside. I see you, but Summer . . . who invited you inside?

I am here to create greatness, not in living legacy, but memories for thereafter...and then I must go.

No permite que la conciencia de la ausencia del Maestro la llene. Porque intuye que si deja abrir las conpuertas ya no cesará ese nuevo dolor. Se instalará con ella para siempre. Y uno más en su cuerpo y en su mente tan frágiles sería demasiado.

I wonder if my first breath was as soul-stirring to my mother as her last breath was to me

I can't see the logic in medicating a grieving person like there was something wrong with her, and yet it happens all the time... you go to the doctor with symptoms of profound grief and they push an antidepressant at you. We need to walk through our grief, not medicate it and shove it under the carpet like it wasn't there.