Words for Precious Memories

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.

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

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

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

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face.

Because nothing stays, every moment of love we were given was precious.

May their memory be a blessing.

Let us show our feeling for lost friends not by lamenting them, but by remembering them.

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.

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.

In time, the memory of friends who are gone becomes sweet, like fruit with a gentle tartness.

Finding meaning after loss does not mean the loss was worth it. It means we carry love forward.

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

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

Memories are the heart's way of keeping company with those we can no longer see.

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

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

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

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

Tell their stories. Every time you do, they walk into the room again.

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

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

A memory that makes you smile through tears is a gift, not a wound.

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Keep the things that bring them close: a scarf, a letter, a favourite cup.

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

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

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

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

Gratitude and grief are two hands holding the same treasure.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

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

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.

One day, remembering will bring more warmth than pain. That day can come slowly.