Words for Memorial crystals
Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
When you are born, you cry, and the world rejoices.
When you die, you rejoice, and the world cries.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on...
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words
left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Perhaps they are not stars but rather
openings in Heaven where the love of our lost
ones shines down to let us know they are happy
Your end, which is endless, is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep,
so life well used brings happy death.
Death is not the end Death can never be the end.
Death is the road. Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide
Our mind thinks of death. Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in; their true beauty is revealed only if there light is from within.
Elizabeth Kubler Ross
The boundaries between life and death are
at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends
and where the other begins?
Edgar Allen Poe
In three words I can sum up everything
I've learned about life: it goes on.
I have seen death too often to believe in death,
It is not an ending, but a withdrawal.
As one who finishes a long journey.
Stills the motor. Turns off the lights
Steps from the car
And walks up the path
To the home that awaits him
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Emerson Ralph Waldo
Life and death are but phases of the same thing, the reverse and obverse of the same coin. Death is as necessary for man's growth as life itself.
Say not in grief he is no more - but live in thankfulness that he was
I fall asleep in the full and certain hope
That my slumber shall not be broken;
And that, though I be all-forgetting,
Yet shall I not be all-forgotten,
But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds
of those I have loved.
Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime,
bid me 'Good-morning.'
Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Some are bound to die young
By dying young a person stays young
in people's memory.
If he burns brightly before he dies,
his brightness shines for all time
The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.
Anything that is of value in life
only multiplies when it is given.
Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is
a mystery and today is a gift,
which is why it is called the present.
What the caterpillar perceives is the end;
to the butterfly is just the beginning.
Everything that has a beginning has an ending.
Make your peace with that and all will be well
Death is the veil which those who live call life:
They sleep, and it is lifted.
Percy Blysshe Shelley
Who knows when the end is reached?
Death may be the beginning of life.
How do I know that love of life is not a
delusion after all? How do I know that he who dreads
to die is as a child who has lost the
way and cannot find his way home?
How do I know that the dead repent of
having previously clung to life?
Perhaps passing through the gates of death
is like passing quietly through the gate
in a pasture fence. On the other side,
you keep walking, without the need to
look back. No shock, no drama, just the
lifting of a plank or two in a simple
wooden gate in a clearing.
Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices,
but just the silent crossing of a meadow.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream;
it may be so the moment after death.
If death could be seen as a beautiful
clear lake, refreshing and buoyant,
then when a consciousness moves towards
its exit from a body there would be that
delightful plunge and it would simply swim away.
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life,
there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep, and of those who weep with those who weep. If you watch, you will see
The hand of God putting the stars back in their skies one by one.
I do not want the peace which passeth understanding,
I want the understanding which bringeth peace.
A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
Oliver Wendell Holmes
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.