Alysia Reiner Quotes

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it's a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.

As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.

The past is buried and I mourn it with greater pain than many among you, because no human power can awaken it when the Crown itself has scattered ashes upon the coffin.

I'm hyper-focused on loss. But I know it's just the impermanence of being here.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

The body is the one thing you have to say goodbye to. You can hold on to your memories. You can hold on to the spirit. That's part of the package that you love and the part that comforts you.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

We do have trouble dealing with death, but it's the one thing that is guaranteed we are all going to have to do, and we are going to have to face it many times before we die ourselves.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

You can cry about death and very properly so, your own as well as anybody else's. But it's inevitable, so you'd better grapple with it and cope and be aware that not only is it inevitable, but it has always been inevitable, if you see what I mean.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.

Perhaps it's more merciful to forget the dead instead of remembering them.

After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.

Death is an art, you know.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

Life is change, to cease to change is to cease to live; yet if you may shed a tear beside the death-bed of an old friend, let not your heart be silent on the dissolving of a faith.

So we're in this process of letting go of our own attachments to our physical forms and to the people we love, and... basically everything. Life is like this one big process of letting go.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?