quote by Patrick Swayze

When those you love die, the best you can do is honor their spirit for as long as you live. You make a commitment that you're going to take whatever lesson that person or animal was trying to teach you, and you make it true in your own life... It's a positive way to keep their spirit alive in the world, by keeping it alive in yourself.

— Patrick Swayze

Fulfilling Those Grieving quotations

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.


Those grieving quote Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Why bad things happen to good people

Those grieving quote He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoic
He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.

For those who love... time is eternity.

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.

The person who loves God cannot help loving every man as himself, even though he is grieved by the passions of those who are not yet purified. But when they amend their lives, his delight is indescribable and knows no bounds.


A wise man is he who does not grieve for the thing which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

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.

Our lives become the sum of all whom we have loved.

It is important not to waste anyone. One task of living out the last half of life is excavating and recovering all of those whom we loved in the first half. Thus, the recovery of lost loves becomes an important way in which the past affects the present.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.


Grieving is a journey that teaches us how to love in a new way now that our loved one is no longer with us. Consciously remembering those who have died is the key that opens the hearts, that allows us to love them in new ways.

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

We take care of those who are grieving, and when that's finished, they should know: We will follow them to the gates of hell until they are brought to justice. Because hell is where they will reside. Hell is where they will reside.


These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing can fill the gap when we are away from those we love, and it would be wrong to try to find anything.....It is nonsense to say that God fills the gap; he does not fill it, but keeps it empty so that our communion with another may be kept alive, even at the cost of pain.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.


Whether you are religious or nonreligious, may you find solace in the knowledge that the suffering is ours, but that those we love suffer no more.

It's different when the person you love dies.

There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.

To gain a reputation for virtue, grieve over those you injure.

Five years from the date of the attack that changed our world, we've come back to remember the valor of those we lost-those who innocently went to work that day and the brave souls who went in after them. We have also come to be ever mindful of the courage of those who grieve for them, and the light that still lives in their hearts.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.


I would do those 2 years over and over again for the rest of my life

I fall asleep in the full and certain hope That my slumber shall not be broken;

And that, though I be all-forgetting, Yet shall I not be all-forgotten, But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds of those I have loved.

Our mind thinks of death. Our heart thinks of life. Our soul thinks of Immortality.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.

All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.


For hearts that are kindly, with virtue and peace, and not seeking blindly a hoard to increase; for those who are grieving o'er life's sordid plan; for souls still believing in heaven and man; for homes that are lowly with love at the board; for things th

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

Our grandfathers were less well-housed, well-fed, well-clothed than we are.

The strivings by which they bettered their lot are also those which deprived us of [Passenger] pigeons. Perhaps we now grieve because we are not sure, in our hearts, that we have gained by the exchange. The gadgets of industry bring us more comforts than the pigeons did, but do they add as much to the glory of the spring?

A new home by a gap in the Meng wall;

Of the old trees, a few gnarled willows are left. Those who come in the future, who will they be, Grieving in vain for what others had before?