Death Of A Friend Quotes by Anna Letitia Barbauld, Benjamin Franklin, Martin Luther King, Jr., Khalil Gibran, Richard Bach, Walter Scott and many others.

Say not ‘Good-night’ but in some brighter clime, bid me ‘Good-morning.’
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?
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
We go to the grave of a friend saying,
“A man is dead,”
but angels throng about him saying,
“A man is born.”
“A man is dead,”
but angels throng about him saying,
“A man is born.”
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.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence – o’er and o’er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.