They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.— William Penn
Tremendous Grieving Poems quotations
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
For those who love... time is eternity.
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
We ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
A picture is a poem without words.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.
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 stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.
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.
O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.
The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves.
The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown.
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
At times of crisis or distress, it's poems that people turn to.
(Poetry) still has a power to speak to people's feelings, maybe in a way that fiction, because it works in a longer way, can't. There's a little bit of your brain that mourns and grieves that you're not writing poetry, but actually as long as I'm writing something, I'm happy.