Death Of A Friend Quotes

The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

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.

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

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

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.

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.

We go to the grave of a friend saying,
“A man is dead,”
but angels throng about him saying,
“A man is born.”

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.

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.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

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

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

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