Words for When You Miss Them

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The ache you feel is love that still knows the way home.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart.

Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you; nor shall any of us ever cease to be.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

We do not "get over" a great loss. We learn, slowly, to live alongside it.

There is no house that loss has not visited. In grief, we join every family that has ever loved.

Life and death follow one another like the four seasons.

To God we belong, and to Him we shall return.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

They are not behind you. They are woven into the person you have become.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.

Just as the soul passes through childhood, youth and old age, so too it passes on at death. The steady are not bewildered by this.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current.

The bond with those we love does not end at death; it changes its shape and stays with us.

All things that arise also pass away. Strive on with care.

Until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

The dead are invisible, not absent.

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.

Missing someone is the heart's way of saying the time together was real.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying.

The soul is never born and never dies. It is not destroyed when the body is destroyed.

Let us not grieve that they were taken, but give thanks that we had them at all.

Each person's grief is as unique as their fingerprint.

A cloud never dies. It becomes rain, and then the river, and then the tea in your cup.

Those we love don't go away; they walk beside us every day.

May their memory be a blessing.

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

You can miss them and still be glad you are here. Both can live in one heart.

And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

As a person puts aside worn-out clothes and puts on new ones, so the soul sets aside a worn-out body.

Let not the eyes be dry when we have lost a friend, nor let them overflow. We may weep, but we must not wail.

Waves of grief around birthdays and anniversaries are normal. They are love remembering the calendar.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

Set a place for their memory today: a song, a recipe, a story told aloud.

Love bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.

Weapons cannot cut the soul, fire cannot burn it, water cannot wet it, and wind cannot dry it.

Never say of anything, "I have lost it," but, "I have returned it."

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Love does not leave when a person does. It simply needs a new place to rest.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

For all who are born, death is certain. Do not lament over what cannot be avoided.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Their chair may be empty, but the room is still full of what they gave.

For love is strong as death.

The Self is not born, and it does not die. It is unborn, eternal, and ancient.

Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality.

If they could speak to you today, they would not want you to carry this blame.

Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge.

The river and its waves are one surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love.

The heaviness you feel is the weight of a great love.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.

Their laugh, their habits, their sayings — these live on in you.

Neither death, nor life, nor things present, nor things to come, shall be able to separate us from the love of God.

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.

Anniversaries can hurt. Let them also be days to honour how much was shared.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

You carry their love like a lantern. Let it light the next few steps.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow.

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot.