Loss Loved One Inspirational Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Queen Elizabeth II, William Penn, Mary Elizabeth Frye, James O’Barr, George Henry Lewes and many others.

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.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
The only cure for grief is action.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
For some moments in life there are no words.
A human life is a story told by God.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
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.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.