Death Of A Loved One Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Judith Martin, Kenji Miyazawa, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, Khalil Gibran and many others.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
Say not ‘Good-night’ but in some brighter clime, bid me ‘Good-morning.’
[after the death of a loved one] It is when there is nothing more to be done that the reality of the loss often hits with full force.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; ’tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead, he is just – away.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
A man is not completely born until he is dead.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
The deep pain that is felt
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.