After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.— Helen Steiner Rice
Simplistic Losing A Loved One quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
The heart, in its journey to Allah, Majestic is He, is like that of a bird;
Love is its head, and fear and hope are its two wings. When the head and two wings are sound, the bird flies gracefully; if the head is severed, the bird dies; if the bird loses one of its wings, it then becomes a target for every hunter or predator.
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.
If you follow the will of God, you know that in spite of all the terrible things that happen to you, you will never lose a final refuge. You know that the foundation of the world is love, so that even when no human being can or will help you, you may go on, trusting in the One that loves you.
My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby's mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
Learn to give, give in plenty, give with love, give without any expectation, one does not lose anything by giving, on the other hand you get back a thousand fold.
I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg.
First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.
Grief is itself a medicine.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.
I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.
I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control.
I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.
Don't let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
You don't know who is important to you until you actually lose them.
So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
You're a work of art. Not everyone will understand you, but the ones who do, will never forget about you.
The whole world is conscious. It's just that we become conscious at times, and you become conscious when you lose a parent, or just a loved one, period - a wife, a brother, you know. You wake up and say, "Man, it's real. I don't need this pimp gangster stuff anymore, I need something with a little more substance." And there is marketing for that.
Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
Those things that hurt, instruct.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
We all lose sometimes. We fail to get what we want. Friends and loved ones leave. We make a decision we regret. We try our hardest and come up short. It's not the losing that defines us. It's how we lose. It's what we do afterward.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.
Make yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit;
for without being seen, they are present with you.
One bad chapter does not mean your story is over.
The person who loves his life will lose it: it could not be otherwise, for to love one's life is a fundamental denial of God's sovereignty, of God's rights, and a brazen elevation of self to the apogee of one's perception, and therefore an idolatrous focus on self, which is the heart of all sin
Losing someone we love, or the fear of losing someone we love one day is a difficult experience and we can all relate to it. None of us are an exception to this reality.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one.
No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off my feet by a new love, a passionate, tyrannical, all-absorbing emotion: the love of a garden.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
You never know what you have till you've lost it.
It is so important as a caregiver not to become so enmeshed in the role that you lose yourself. It's neither good for you nor your loved one.
Through tears and trials, through fears and sorrows, through the heartache and loneliness of losing loved ones, there is assurance that life is everlasting. Our Lord and Savior is the living witness that such is so.
Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.
The same powerful Scripture text that brings a loving person to even greater love will be mangled and misused by a fearful or egocentric person. This is surely what Jesus means when he talks about the one who has being given more and those who have not losing what little they have.