Quotes for the Day of the Dead

It is not that we are not sad for his passing. But in celebrating life, he shall remain with us forever. What better way to strengthen the bonds of the family that remains, than celebrating all who came before?

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

But what is grief, if not love persevering?

For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.

The one who lives in the memories of his loved ones can't be dead; dead is only who's forgotten.

Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy.

The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.

Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

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

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

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

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

You are going to lose people in your life.
And I realize that no matter how much you spent with them,
or how much you appreciated them and told them so,
it will never seem like it was enough.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.

Hope is like a shard of glass. Tread on it, and you'll end up wincing with every step. The best policy is to tweezer it out. Sure, it will hurt like billy-o and the wound will take a while to heal, but after that you can walk again.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

I love life. Yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like... it makes me feel alive, you know. It makes me feel human. The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautiful sadness.

Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing, do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping willow, stop your tears. There is something to calm you fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart. But I know he'll always be in your heart.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, all those who live without love.

Eragon: "The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living."

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

There's no death for those who don't fear it.

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age.

Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

It's odd, isn't it? People die everyday and the world goes on like nothing happened.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning.

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable. The hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.

Sylvanas: "Isn't it obvious, Warchief? I serve the Horde."
Garrosh: "Watch your clever mouth, b*tch!"

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

I have been a voice with no body. A body, but not human. And now, a memory made real. Who knows what I might be next?

You, Vision, are the piece of the Mind Stone that lives in me. You are a body of wires and blood and bone that I created. You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you're my love.

There were others who were tortured, refusing to be released so that they might gain an even better resurrection.

By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man.

My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.

If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.

Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.