Dora Russell Quotes

Even the death of Friends will inspire us as much as their lives. They will leave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to defray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our Friends have no place in the graveyard.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

I'll never forget the first time I saw someone who had died. It was my grandfather. And I knelt next to his coffin. And all I could do was eye level was look at his hands. They were enormous hands. And all I could think was, 'Those hands dug freedom for me.'

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.

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

Dead people don't really die. They live on within you.

They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind.

When you lose someone, their memory lives on.

The loss of my father will always sting. But now, everything that I do is in honor of him and celebrates his life.

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

The only way to solace anyone who loved you in life is to be a good memory

We hold reunions, not for the dead, for there is nothing in all the earth that you and I can do for the dead. They are past our help and past our praise. We can add to them no glory, we can give to them no immortality. They do not need us, but forever and forever more we need them.

Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.

There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same. […] they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself.

The dead have a presence.