Loss Loved One Inspirational Quotes by William Penn, Isaiah, Rita Schiano, Steve Jobs, Benjamin Franklin, Robert Green Ingersoll and many others.

Death cannot kill what never dies.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.
A man is not completely born until he is dead.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
They that love beyond the world
cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was, ‘Did you bring joy?’ The second was, ‘Did you find joy?
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
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.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.