Passing On Quotes

“I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'.”
― Andy Warhol

“We never fully move on,
We leave a piece of ourselves behind
Like leaves and trunks molded into the earth
And forest floor, we give what we know
And others take it up and use it to grow.

I stand under the shade of giants.”
― Eric Overby, Legacy

“When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own story.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“Death lurks in the shadows, just out of view.

Now and then I see his reaching hand, uncertain of the blurry image that passes before my eyes, but conscious of the crippling influence of his touch.

Some say Death rears an ugly head, so hideous a view the beholder can scarcely gasp their last breath. Others call him beautiful, a sweet relief to look upon. But these are rumors babbled by the unknowing. For Death is like the gorgon, Medusa, who when perceived, turns the body to stone.

Those who know Death take the knowledge of his shadowed face with them to wherever it is he leads our dearly departed by the hand. All who are left behind must wait their turn to glance into the eyes of the one who will close our mouths forever.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“Thankful another tomorrow greets
As I drink from cup of time
And prepare to lock the door behind me
and leave it to others”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Not yet,” Noah repeated. “Please.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“O death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest. Let pass my weary guilty ghost out of my careful breast.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“When a soul leaves a body gracefully, it, knowingly or unknowingly, lowers its life intensity enough so that it can exit the physical body with minimal drama. Elderly folk, who manage to pass on peacefully, go through a process of gradually and progressively diminishing their life energy. They come and go, exiting and returning, until they finally don’t return again. It is common to see old people sitting in their chair, barely there, and then they will spring back to life until, one day, the back and forth is done. This is a good way to die. It carries the least amount of karmic refuse and allows the individual to move forward with less drag.”
― Donna Goddard, Purnima

“Letting go isn't about forgetting. It's balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.”
― Dustin Thao: You've Reached Sam

“My grandpa, unlike Jarod Kintz, was an Elder. Now that he's dead and gone, he's a ghost French wizard. And no one knows what French wizards are good at…”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“We did not know that she had passed," Soth said. She held a palm up to the air. "Hopefully, her spirit has found serenity."
The council did the same. "Spirit find Serenity," they said in unison.”
― Tony DiTerlizzi, A Hero For WondLa

“Gliding on to a final goodbye
Like a paper airplane in the sky
Coming to float in times flowing stream”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“It is a great gift to help someone crossover well. The person leaving will benefit from a clearer, cleaner, calmer post-Earth path. When people die, they essentially follow their instincts and leanings. Most of their human associations and attachments disintegrate. They are pulled, pushed, and drawn by their inherent tendencies. Advanced souls have a more conscious and intentional path after their passing.”
― Donna Goddard, Purnima

“Sometimes, it is kindest to help senior folk pass on as peacefully and well as possible rather than pushing them to stay. In other situations, the last few years of their lives earn more advancement on the spiritual path than several lifetimes put together.”
― Donna Goddard, Nanima: Spiritual Fiction

“the morning dew
soon gone, beneath
our passing soles”
― Roy Duffield, Bacchus Against the Wall