Browsing Topic Best Death Of A Friend Quotes

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Say not ‘Good-night’ but in some brighter clime, bid me ‘Good-morning.’

There’s one thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die – their silence.

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.

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?

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

For some moments in life there are no words.

Even the death of Friends will inspire us as much as their lives. They will leave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to defray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our Friends have no place in the graveyard.

A human life is a story told by God.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s life also, in our own, to the world.

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.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.