I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.— Leo Buscaglia
Unusual Grief Comfort quotations
May tender memories soften your grief, May fond recollection bring you relief, And may you find comfort and peace in the thought Of the joy that knowing your loved one brought... For time and space can never divide Or keep your loved one from your side. When memory paints in colors true, the happy hours that belonged to you.
Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey.
And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
My yoke is easy, and my burden light.
Why bad things happen to good people
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 highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
The truly happiest, sweetest, tenderest homes are not those where there has been no sorrow, but those which have been overshadowed with grief, and where Christ's comfort was accepted. The very memory of the sorrow is a gentle benediction that broods ever over the household, like the afterglow of sunset, like the silence that comes after prayer.
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more.
Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.
Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction.
It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?
One can choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
Grief makes one hour ten.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
But, as old Swedish legends say, Of all the birds upon that day, The swallow felt the deepest grief, And longed to give her Lord relief, And chirped when any near would come. Hugswala swala swal honom! Meaning, as they who tell it deem, Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him!
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit.
There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to her than the day, with whom her life is so entwined that the wrench of parting leaves a torn void never entirely healed or filled.
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words.
In the condition of men, it frequently happens that grief and anxiety lie hid under the golden robes of prosperity; and the gloom of calamity is cheered by secret radiations of hope and comfort; as in the works of nature, the bog is sometimes covered with flowers, and the mine concealed in the barren crags.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
I know nothing that can so comfort the soul, so calm the swelling billows of grief and sorrow, so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead.
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living.
It is important at a funeral to display excessive grief. This will show others how kind-hearted and loving you are and their improved opinion of you will be very comforting.
I have noticed that after a time of deep sorrow the greatest comfort may come from a person you do not know well.
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.
When you are wanting to comfort someone in their grief take the words 'at least' out of your vocabulary. In saying them you minimise someone else's pain...Don't take someone else's grief and try to put it in a box that YOU can manage. Learn to truly grieve with others for as long as it may take.