“[Repentance] means unlearning all the self-conceit and self -will that we have been training ourselves into... It means killing part of yourself, under-going a kind of death.”
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Grieving Quotes — page 62 of 132
“The more we get what we now call 'ourselves' out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become.”
“They did nothing wrong their time here has ended”
“A person dies, or something you had identified with completely is gone. Your home goes up in flames. There is extreme pain at first. But whenever a form dissolves, which is called "death," what remains is an opening into emptiness.”
“Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over & over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.”
“To heal my wounds, I need to be brave enough to face them.”
“Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experience and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.”
“The cup of suffering is not the same size for everyone.”
“Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.”
“No attempt should be made to cure the body without the soul”
“No attempt of curing the body should be made without curing the soul”
“I miss my grandmother every day. I miss her vitality, her interest in the lives of others, her courage and determination, her perceptive wisdom, her calm in the face of all difficulties, her steadfast belief in the British people and above all her unstoppable sense of mischievous humour.”
“Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.”
“For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.”
“And tears are heard within the harp I touch.”
“Time cures you first, and then it kills you.”
“Funerals are important rituals. They don't just recognize that a life has ended; they recognize that a life was lived.”
“War, at the best, is terrible, and this war of ours, in its magnitude and in its duration, is one of the most terrible.”
“Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.”
“Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.”