We all die. Life asked death, why do people love me, but hate you? Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear. The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live. Goodbyes make you think.
So appreciate what you have before it becomes, what you had. Thank you very much for these awesome qoutes it makes me realize that life is worthy and death is inevitable. Truly inspiring and emotional. And a good lesson taught to everyone that we should be grateful for the things we have, until they become we had. Your email address will not be published. Diwakar [ Reply ]. Kumaraswamy [ Reply ]. Michael mwale [ Reply ]. Wilmar Garao [ Reply ].
Rabail [ Reply ]. It also reveals the importance of love. What boggles my mind, is that our society tends to sweep the topic of death under the carpet. Sure, the people in your will might receive them, however you will no longer own them or really need them.
While I cannot know for sure, the scariest part is that there is a chance of your memories and knowledge simply vanishing as well. This theory breaks my heart the most. Was that by luck or purpose? Can you find an answer to that question? For the first time ever you saw light after being in the darkness. You came here with free will not knowing what to do or what path to follow. Thinking about death allows you to figure out what your priorities in life should be.
Everybody wants to die in peace without any regrets. You must figure out what you want to accomplish and create multiple goals for yourself.
You can achieve anything and be anybody you want to be. Other people on Earth are humans just like you. They are flesh and bones, just like you. You have the ability to do anything that they do. The only limit is the one you set yourself. I believe that you never really live, until you overcome death.
They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Everyone carries it alone; his own burden in his own way. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it. I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us. A rule book that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month.
That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.
They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and to work through his sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery. Alexander Magoun "When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers.
Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever - there comes another day, and another specifically missing part. Each time you feel a gentle breeze, it's my hand caressing your face. Each time the wind blows, it carries my voice whispering your name. When the wind blows your hair ever so slightly, think of it as me pushing a few stray hairs back in place.
When you feel a few raindrops fall on your face, it's me placing soft kisses.
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