Light a candle in the cemetery
Let it burn to the ground.
And I'll whisper at the grave
Well, here I come daddy!
In the land cold and damp
Are you freezing?
Get up! Let's go home already!
After all, how we miss you!
And stop calling home
A deep hole in the ground.
I want to hug you so much
Also Brother and Mom.
Well come back! Wake up!
Watch the sun shine!
I'll help you get up from there
You just let me know!
Say it's a joke
And let's laugh together.
And by the hands, as in childhood,
let's go home!!

Again longing squeezes tightly paws
Drinking claws into the depths of my soul,
I miss my dad more and more...
Six billion people on earth
But among them - not one, believe me,
Who can fill this void...
I live in the hope of meeting after death,
Crossing the threshold of Eternity...
More and more, fatigue accumulates ...
Let melancholy not part its paws,
I stayed there as a baby,
And daughters love dads more...

Yes, I'm an adult, I understand everything,
but it doesn't make life any easier!
Still, I miss you so much!
Continue to love the same!
Continuing to think about daddy,
And about him, about the living remember.
Touching the strings of the heart,
That it will never be raised.
That he will never be heard
That he will never wait.
He is probably above all the clouds,
In the unknown space of God...
He sees us, of course he sees,
And like us, just as bored.
He flies like an angel for us,
To be a little closer to us.
He certainly would like to return,
But he'll never be able to
In this world he can't wake up
Nothing will warm his heart.
And it only hurts more
But it's impossible not to think about it.
Every day it gets harder on my heart
And to reconcile, daddy, it's hard.
And the damned time does not heal
And does not heal these wounds
And inside the void can not be filled,
I'm tired of fighting myself!
I want to spit on everything, forget ...
And return home with a smile.
See happy faces there
And so that daddy is alive again ...

He was with me. Always and everywhere
Laughed, cried and mourned.
I won't forget the bottomless eyes.
And I know he loved me.
I know no matter what happens
He always protected me
And only my memory remains
About him. And I blame myself
That I couldn't say goodbye
What I didn't understand
That I am destined to part with him,
Lose him forever.
I know for sure I deserve it.
I couldn't save him.
But madly in love
And I will always love.
Let him not hear me now
But I know what he sees
How hard it is to breathe without him
The one who called him father.

Days come, nights go...
And the heart cries and calls.
You know... somewhere very close
All the time... your daughter is waiting for you...
And the daughter ... keeps the name in her heart ...
Keeping, like a talisman, in the chest ...
And whispers softly (suddenly you hear):
"I miss you so much... come..."
And you will come, having heard as if ...
And you will protect the dream ...
And like fog you melt in the morning...
And my daughter ... will wait again.
And the nights will follow the days...
Longing can not be pulled out of the chest ...
The daughter whispers everything ... very quietly:
"I miss you so much... come...

When the stars are shining in the sky,
One of them is yours, I know it...
For many years you shine a bright light,
And here everything is the same, then winter ... then summer.
The same day and the same way to live ... people strive.
Tired of tears, your family lives ...
everything is as usual, but that's just without you.
Tell me how you live there in heaven?
Is there malice, envy, and lies there?
It probably doesn't happen there.
and no one knows the tricks and meanness.
You found peace there and found yourself a shelter,
and you know, here they are waiting for you as before ...
Let them say that the years heal, the pain is erased,
But what does the heart ache, there is no strength,
from one look at your portrait.
Oh, how short was your earthly age,
My best dad, my closest person.

Time does not heal, time spares
But my heart still hurts the same.
I will not meet again, I will not hear you
How are you my daughter, my dear?

Unfortunately we are not given
To turn back what I wanted for a long time.
Time does not heal, time is in a hurry
It is it that decides all fates.

We're sorry for what you didn't do.
Everything you wanted in this life.
Passed by, but alas, do not return.
I chose the path with the angel on my way.

Today is 10 years since my dad passed away...
10 years without you... 10 years...
10 years is an eternity...
10 years without you... 10 years...
Only now I understand - forever ...
How is it, dad, dear dear
Forever you left without saying goodbye
10 years, 10 years...
I've been suffocating for 10 years without you...
Dad, baby, look how we've grown
children and grandchildren!
How do we want to snuggle up to the chest
and forever forget about separation ...
But now I'm only going to the grave
and I close my eyes...
10 years for a huge disaster
10 years is not enough to forget...

Well, hello dad. .. here, I came to you early.
Sorry for not seeing you for such a long time.
I'm so confused, I don't know how to go on.
Trouble comes after trouble again.

Do you remember, dad, how you celebrated birthdays?!
How, rejoicing together, they joked having fun.
How, all bad weather seemed to us an obsession.
How, together to hell they sent TU to attack.

Your advice, how come in handy -
To be the strongest in this world.
Believe me, I learned from them like the alphabet.
She was able to teach them to her children.

Also, you, dad, taught me not to cry.
Do not give in to your destiny.
And if it is difficult, you should never fall.
And in this life, do not be afraid of anything.

Ehhh. .. if I knew how much I miss you!
A tear fell! (I promised without tears).
From the heart to the ground, flowing through the soul.
To you, my dear, through the chamomile churchyard

The wind is blowing in the windows. dries wet lashes.
How we miss you! to forget on your shoulder
Irrecoverable loss. like a broken soul...
I still can't believe that you're somewhere in the stardust.
In the heart of the pain of memories. and lilac shadows
In the indifference of the touch, I lie on my knees.
The wind blows through the windows. it comes from you.
And you are not enough in this world ... not enough ....

How hard in the world
Lose loved ones.
You won't replace anything
parental roots.
When my dad died
It was so hard! And the pain in my soul remains
Even though many years have passed.
He rarely comes in dreams
But in my mind I see
His portrait is far away.
The earth keeps him, his soul flies
In distant skies
He is watching me
With love and tears.
Sometimes it's not enough
His support to me, And my heart knows:
He is in heaven, not in a fire.
I so want to cuddle
TO HIS CHEST big
And enjoy the meeting.
As in childhood, with all my heart! Hear his voice
Affectionate, dear,
Both strict and angry
Parent like this.
How dear are the moments
All our sweet meetings, and these meetings can
Kindle the fire of the soul.
This fire will help
Give me strength to live.
Father! Come to a meeting
At least in my dream!

You are now beyond the sky
My beloved, dear person
Death by a ruthless, hard hand
Took you away, dad forever

You won't give me advice
I won't see your loving look
I will not be warmed by you
Who is to blame for your death?

Not! None! It just so happened
You are in the arms of God now
My life has changed without you
The heart became like a wounded beast...

It beats differently without you
And sadness tears him to pieces
My heart yearns and cries
The vise squeezes the soul tightly ...

I won't break your peace with a tear
I will blessed memory live
Silence I learned to listen
And love you endlessly...

Hello, dad, dear ... how are you there? ..
The most loving man in the world..
You know, if you count the years,
You would now have wrinkles...

I would kiss them for fun
Or whining in the sleeve when it's bad.
You would whisper that the years fly by
I'm just such an idiot...

You stopped dreaming of me.
Do not come - tell me, is it necessary?
With a downpour, give me the news - how are you there? .. -
I will be extremely happy for her.

I'll tell you how I live
What I write, with whom I do not expect to meet again ...
And that I can barely keep afloat
All hoping that `time will heal`.

And it ticks to the beat,
It sews seams for a long time - not for the weak.
You know, if you count the years...
Gray hair would suit you...

Death is not to be feared! As long as we are alive, she is gone, and when she comes, we will be gone.

The most important thing in life is that you are not dead.

Dying is not scary - once he died ... Living is much scarier.

Everything in life is false, there is only one truth, and that truth is death.

Only death turns life into destiny.

I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid to stop living.

It is not death that should be feared, but an empty life.

When a person is gone, it doesn't matter what he was. What matters is whether the world noticed the difference.

Instead of being afraid of inevitable death, we should be afraid that we will not be ready for its coming.

Until we know what death is, it is not logical to fear it.

The best way to use life is to live it so that it continues after you die.

They say that the day of death is the same as everyone else, only shorter.

Nobody dies too soon, everyone dies on time.

Death is placed at the end of life in order to more conveniently prepare for it.

The evil created by man does not disappear with his death.

To die means to join the majority.

Death is the greatest mathematician, because it unmistakably solves all problems.

When someone dies, you feel guilty just for being alive.

Life separates people more often than death.

While we are thinking about how to kill time, time is killing us.

You shouldn't be afraid of death. Death, like life, is a long way to go with honor.

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.

If you want to be able to endure life, prepare for death.

We first understand death only when it takes the person we love.

Death is beautiful. Only the dying, feeling her kiss on his lips understands this. Death is to be admired. Death deserves it. How you deserve happiness and peace after Death.

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Hello dear friend! Today we will dedicate our selection to a very delicate issue that not everyone wants to discuss and think about. Death is a scary enough thing for each of us. Although, there are people who are afraid of it, and, on the contrary, accept it as a completely natural process of life. Such people can be understood, it all depends on life experience and faith that leads us through life. Someone says that after death, heaven or hell awaits us. Someone claims that after death there is nothing, and we will disappear into nothingness and darkness. A big and strict aunt, in a black cloak and with a hood, holding a large metal scythe in her hands, one day will come and take our life at any moment, tomorrow, today, in a year, at any time. And, nevertheless, it is worth thinking about death, because while a person is alive, he is in a hurry somewhere, doing things and he is of little interest in how he will leave this life. Throughout our lives, we make many mistakes and think little about what. They say on their deathbed, everyone feels a sense of remorse and asks to forgive everyone who has been hurt and suffering. Statuses with meaning about death will help you understand the essence this issue and study it in more detail. Good luck, take care!

The crown of every human life is the memory of it - the highest that is promised to a person over his grave is eternal memory. And there is no soul that does not secretly languish in the dream of this crown.

I. A. Bunin

The dead are alive as long as there are living people to remember them.

E. Henriot

... For me, thinking about dead friends is gratifying and sweet. When I had them I knew I would lose them, when I lost them I know they were with me.

Seneca the Younger

Forgotten to be - there is no worse death.

R. Campoamor

He died and lies, but there is no one to grieve.

Forgetfulness is a safety valve for grief.

A. Decursel

Oblivion is the second death, which great natures fear more than the first.

S. Buffler

When I believed that there was once a soul,

Fleeing from decay, takes away eternal thoughts,

Both memory and love in the abyss are endless, -

I swear! Long ago I would have left this world

I would crush life, ugly idol

And flew away to the land of freedom, pleasures,

To a country where there is no death, where there is no prejudice.

Where thought alone floats in heavenly purity...

But in vain I indulge in a deceptive dream;

My mind persists, despises hope...

Nothingness awaits me beyond the grave...

A. S. Pushkin

We even lose our lives with joy - if only they would talk about it.

B. Pascal

We are grateful to memory for allowing us to remember. However, one must be grateful to her for the fact that she allows you to forget.

E. Herriot

The memory of people is an imperceptible trace of the furrow that each of us leaves in the bosom of infinity.

E. Renan

In a thousand years

in ten thousand years

Whose memory will keep

our glory and our shame?

Tao Yuanming

The memory of great people is no less important to us than their living presence.

Seneca the Younger

We have been given a short life, but the memory of a life given for a good cause is eternal.

Cicero

Human memory in its psychological sense is arranged in such a way that its very first property over time is the sifting out of the unpleasant, the hard and the tendency to the good, the lucky, even the comedic.

V. V. Bykov

But even dead we will live in a particle of our great happiness; because we put our lives into it.

Y. Fuchik

The life of the dead is (continued) in the memory of the living.

Cicero

I'm not afraid of death. Oh no!

I'm afraid to disappear completely.

M. Yu. Lermontov

The one who is born will die - earthly life is alive:

There is a rumor about good and evil.

Everyone is mortal, no one is immortal

In the posthumous rumor about him - the trace of a man.

Life is a small handful, and you look - it is not there,

But is it bad, good, but there will be a trace.

Y. Balasaguni

Some of the dead rest in peace, others are deprived of it.

Perez Galdos

It's easy to lie to the dead.

What awaits people after death is something that they do not expect or imagine.

Heraclitus

Death is evil, but eternal memory is good.

Those who die leave behind their blessings and take away their sins.

Velez de Guevara

A dead body will be buried in the ground, but kindness will not be forgotten.

Lezg.

In life, be praised, after death - bless.

Periander

If a baptized person dies, the Church prays for the repose of his soul, performing the rite of burial of the dead. During burial, the priest reads a special permissive prayer, in which, by the authority given to him in the Sacrament of the Priesthood, he asks God to forgive all the sins of the deceased Christian.

If a person dies who did not wish to receive St. Baptism, then the funeral of such a person is not performed. This cannot be considered some kind of cruelty, for the Church is based on love for God and people. The Church cannot forcibly attract to itself: this is contrary to the teachings of God.

... And if a deceased person did not wish to enter into living communion with God during his lifetime, then even after his death the Holy Church does not dare to do this by force.

"Soul After Death"

Time will pass, and we will leave forever, they will forget us, forget our faces, voices and how many of us there were, but our suffering will turn into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will come to earth ...

A. P. Chekhov

Whoever lived in such a way that his memory is sacredly preserved in the souls of the people he loved, he, I think, did his job to continue his existence after death.

G. Ebers

If religion is the cult of ancestors or the joint prayer of all the living for all the dead, then at the present time there is no religion, because there are no cemeteries near the churches, and in the cemeteries, in these holy places, the abomination of desolation reigns. This desolation of the cemeteries, it seemed, should have aroused the attention of those living in that area, in that part of the city, in which the dead are buried in a well-known cemetery; those living in this area should have made it a place of assembly, conference, constant care to restore it in its entirety, fullness and meaning, violated by the forgetfulness of fathers and the inequality of sons; those. this means creating a museum in the cemetery with a school, the teaching of which would be obligatory for all sons and brothers whose fathers, mothers and brothers are buried in this cemetery ... If religion is a cult of the dead, then this does not mean honoring death, on the contrary, it is it means the unification of those living in the labor of cognizing the blind force, which bears in itself famine, ulcers and death, in the labor of turning it into a picturesque one. For cemeteries, as well as for museums, it is not enough to be only a repository, a place of storage; and because cemeteries have turned into places of only storage, on them, in these holy places, the abomination of desolation reigns ... The desolation of cemeteries is a natural consequence of the decline of kinship ...

N. F. Fedorov

The surest path that brings us closer to the dear dead is not death, but life. They live our life and die with our death.

R. Rollan

When we are dead, do not look for our grave in the earth, but find it in the hearts of people.

D. Rumi

The real urn of the deceased is not in the cemetery, but in forgetful hearts.

J. Cocteau

Remember that everyone lives only in the present, negligible moment; everything else is either lived through or shrouded in obscurity. The life of everyone is insignificant, the corner of the earth where he lives is insignificant, the longest posthumous glory is also insignificant: it is kept only in a few short-lived generations of people who do not know themselves, let alone those who have long since died.

M. Aurelius

A man in a coffin - only then the truth in the world.

Japanese

Only over the grave of a person can one proclaim him great.

P. Buast

The living should be treated kindly, but the dead should only be told the truth.

Voltaire

It is not death that is terrible, but the desecration of death is terrible!

Aeschines

Don't talk bad about the dead.

Magnify the deceased.

Chilon

Mourn the death of a mother with those who have no mother.

Oset.

Ambition is an irresistible desire to be attacked by enemies in life and ridiculed by friends after death.

A. Beers

It is those who grieve the least who flaunt their grief the most.

Tacitus

The coffin carries the dead into the abyss of oblivion,

Like a boat - shipwrecked.

There is only one thing to say about the dead:

Everything he breathed is buried with him.

May the step of the walker be easy! peace

Decayed bodies are eaten under the foot.

Although our ancestors and the trace disappeared instantly,

Should not offend their sacred memory.

Let your path pass through the air

So that you do not trample on human skulls.

Al Ma'arri

Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled.

Jean Paul

Consider all states on earth. Kings build huge buildings, on which they twist their names, build cities in their names, set up statues, compose laws, make wars, nobles and the rich also make buildings and, changing their image with statues and paintings, try to put their names in what monuments were contained and command themselves to make splendid tombs. Artists and scientists are exhausted from their labors in order to do something elegant, and they put their names in their compositions. The farmers themselves desire that at least some stone be placed on their grave, so that no matter how much their memory remains, they rejoice in having children, as if they were offering (to offspring) their name.

M. M. Shcherbatov

Although our dear ancestors have long been covered with earth dust -

But we, the descendants, remember them in our hearts.

When will it be our turn to leave this world -

Let time not erase our names with a cruel hand!

May the heir of your aspirations take your last breath,

Everything that is not done by you, God will help him to do it.

If the memory of you is a descendant, jealously cherish,

Then at the hour appointed by fate, it will not be scary to lie down in the ground.

Sh. Shokhin

To the one who offends all the people

As long as he lives

No one will come to the funeral

When he dies.

Kazakh.

My grave has not yet been filled,

and they already rummaged in my good.

I'm still alive, not dead

and they stopped crying for me.

From ancient Mesopotamian literature

As soon as a person dies, he is immediately forgotten. The dead leave no trace behind and are forgotten as if they never existed. The poor do not remember them, the rich do not regret them, the educated do not praise them. Neither the state, nor friends, nor relatives need them. It turns out that humanity could do without even the most famous dead and that individuals far less worthy could do no less than them.

D. Addison

There are dead people who have more life than the living. But there are also the living, who are deader than all the dead.

R. Rollan

There are dead people to be killed.

L. Denoyte

It is very nice when you are remembered, but sometimes it is more useful to be forgotten.

K. Hubbard

The birth of many should be judged as a false start.

G. E. Malkin

Lived - there was no benefit, but died - you have to wear mourning.

Viet.

... The memory of a face is barely preserved until the third or fourth generation.

E. Tylor

A person, dying individually, a somatic death, does not die socially, pouring his behavior as part of a team and creativity into a living environment, the public. He continues to live in those who remain alive, if he lived while alive, and was not dead. The living collective resurrects the dead.

N. Y. Marr

Whoever forgets the world, the world will also forget.

A. Pop

Weep over the dead - he has lost the light, but weep for the fool - his mind has left.

"The wise word of Ancient Russia"

It is not enough to mourn the innocently killed - one must also explain to them the meaning of their life and death.

A. B. Underwater

Weep not over the dead, over the foolish: for those have a common path for all, but this one has his own will.

Doctrine of Hesychius

You can't help the dead by crying.

Swah.

Mourning the dead is like biting stones.

Posthumous awards are the quintessence of selfishness, from which the deceased suffered during their lifetime, leaving them with nothing.

C. K. Colton

Much can be reborn from what has already died.

Horace

When memories fade in our hearts, death makes them bloom again...

F. I. Tyutchev

Every grave is overgrown with grass.

Forgetfulness is retribution for evil and injustice for good.

E. A. Sevrus

When, shortly before his death, friends asked the fading philosopher where he would like to rest after death, Schopenhauer replied: “It doesn’t matter. They will find me."

"106 Philosophers"

The grave is a temple of silence and reconciliation.

T. Macaulay

There is no memory that time does not erase, no pain that death does not end.

M. Cervantes

Some savages drive a stake into corpses, while the civilized content themselves with the word: "Sleep," they say, "in the grave, and let us enjoy life"; but the word turns out to be just as powerless as the stake, the dead do not leave us alone, they constantly remind us of their solidarity, which we have betrayed, for which we are punished; and the punishment will be more and more difficult until we again enter into unity with the dead, which was destroyed by their death and which, obviously, cannot be entered either by words, as civilized do, or by treats, which are resorted to by savages. Despite the thick layer of earth, the corpse does not remain asleep in the grave, but penetrates into the atmosphere in the form of miasma, germs, making necessary condition life and even beauty... In vain, in a fit of cheap generosity, some bequeath (considering themselves entitled to make orders about a body that does not belong to them either during life or after death) to burn their body after death; not only outside, but also inside, the ancestors against their will rule over their offspring (the law of heredity, atavism), thus proving the solidarity of all generations, proving that a person is appointed not for pleasure, but for some higher purpose.

N. F. Fedorov

Kings flash in the whirlwind of years,

And oblivion follows everyone.

Al Ma'arri

...Everything in the world must become a victim of oblivion, this dumb and ruthless tyrant...

A. Rivarol

O oblivion! Oblivion! No softer pillow for the emaciated traveler!

Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.

J. Sand

They closed the coffin - they say: the end.

End! How does this word sound?

How many - few thoughts in it;

The last groan - and everything is ready,

No further references. And then?

Then they will put you decorously in a coffin,

And the worms will gnaw at your skeleton,

And there is an heir in a good hour

Will crush you with a monument,

Forgive you every offense

By the goodness of your soul,

For your benefit (and the churches)

Will serve, right, a memorial service,

Which (I'm afraid to say)

You are not meant to hear.

And if you died in faith,

Like a Christian then granite

For forty years at least

Your name will be kept.

When the cemetery is too shy,

That is your narrow dwelling

Will break with a bold hand ...

And they will put another coffin for you.

And silently lies next to you

A gentle girl, alone

Sweet, submissive, even pale ...

But neither breath nor glance

Your peace will not be disturbed -

What a blessing, my God!

M. Yu. Lermontov

How many of them, glorified, have already been consigned to oblivion. Yes, and those that glorified, out of sight.

M. Aurelius

What regiments, and crowds, and generations of such people have already been swallowed up by oblivion! Their ashes form the soil on which our life continues to bear fruit.

T. Carlyle

My will contains instructions regarding my funeral procession, in which there will be no funeral carriages, but herds of bulls, rams, pigs, all kinds of poultry, as well as mobile aquariums with live fish, and all creatures accompanying the coffin will be tied white bows in memory of a man who preferred to die rather than eat his own kind. Except for the procession to Noah's Ark, it will be the most wonderful procession that people have ever seen.

B. Show

If anyone speaks to me the commendable word “over an open grave,” then I will crawl out of the coffin and give a slap in the face.

I would like to be remembered by some, but by no means praised; and only on condition that they remember together with my loved ones. Without the memory of them, their kindness, their honor, I don't want to be remembered either.

V. V. Rozanov

I would gladly return from the other world to expose in a lie anyone who would portray me as different from what I was, even if he did this with the intention of giving me praise.

M. Montaigne

Monuments are erected to everything that is least memorable.

R. Stevenson

According to cemeteries, tombstones and epitaphs, one can judge a nation, its ignorance or nobility.

If the dead had the opportunity to read the laudatory inscriptions on their tombstones, they would have died a second time - from shame.

D. Addison

If you wish yourself an indestructible monument, put your soul into a good book.

P. Buast

To erect a monument to someone during his lifetime means to declare that there is no hope that posterity will not forget him.

A. Schopenhauer

Good people don't need monuments. Their good deeds will be remembered.

Talmud

There is only one worthy monument to a man - an earthen grave and a wooden cross. A golden monument can only be placed over a dog.

V. V. Rozanov

The desire to be remembered after death is vain, so it is not surprising that this desire is usually neglected.

D. Halifax

What has survived, what has come down to us?

Two or three mounds, visible lift ...

Yes, two or three oaks grew on them,

Stretched out and wide and bold.

They show off, they make noise - and they don’t care,

Whose ashes, whose memory their roots dig.

Nature does not know about the past,

Our ghostly years are alien to her,

And in front of her we are vaguely aware

Ourselves - only a dream of nature.

All your children in turn

Performing their feat useless,

She welcomes her

An all-consuming and peaceful abyss.

F. I. Tyutchev

Whatever they lament over the dead,

The living weep for their sorrow.

Kazakh.

Each person carries in the depths of his "I" a small cemetery, where those whom he loved are buried.

R. Rollan

When my heart yearns for tenderness, I remember the friends I have lost, the women taken from me by death, I live in their tombs, I fly with my soul in search of their souls.

N. Chamfort

How much is needed to preserve the memory of a person? Marble work hours.

A. Carr

And the tombs are not monuments of regret, but of the arrogance of sons.

K. Helvetius

The care of the burial, the arrangement of the tomb, the pomp of the funeral - all this is more a comfort to the living than a help to the dead.

Augustine the Blessed

They throw mud at the living, flowers at the dead.

Swede.

The envious “how people live” is sometimes evoked by rich funerals.

B. Y. Krutier

Two feelings are shared by those who come to say goodbye to the deceased: love and gloating.

E. A. Sevrus

Some epitaphs exist more to satisfy the pride of the living than to praise the virtues of the dead...

When you read epitaphs, it seems that you can save the world only by resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

P. Eldridge

The only imperishable epitaph is a good book.

P. Buast

It would be desirable for everyone to write an epitaph for himself in advance, to write it as flattering as possible and try to become worthy of it.

J. Marmontel

The traditions of all dead generations weigh like a nightmare over the minds of the living.

K. Marx

When I lie down in the grave, it will be indifferent to me,

Drought or rain among earthly graveyards;

So the earth is indifferent to what the dust of the earth hides:

A pile of sheep's bones or a lion's skeleton.

Al Ma'arri

Having come to the three-day world for a brief moment,

You shouldn't feel attracted to him.

Even if you are used to lying on a magnificent bed,

You will still find peace in the earth.

You will go to the grave anyway, lonely,

You will not be among people, in a brilliant environment.

In the earth your friends are only ants and worms,

The status of a deceased person should be as restrained as possible, but at the same time, express the strong emotions of the sufferer. This - difficult topic for discussion, but, as you know, friends are the people with whom you need to share everything.

The hardest thing is to erase the memories

1. The more time passes, the longer I live without you. And this is terrible.
2. I have countless questions for you. To which I never get answers.
3. When a star falls in the sky, I no longer make wishes. I just hope that at this moment you are somewhere and thinking of me.
4. Everyone says forget and let go. But how to do it if you were the most important person in my life?!
5. When those you truly appreciate leave, you begin to realize that you took too few pictures and talked too little about important things.
6. It's hard to imagine that I'll ever be able to attach to someone even for a second in the same way as to you.
7. If traces remain from the steps, then deep wounds in the heart remain from the departure of loved ones.
8. You know, it’s easier for me to accept that you are in hell or left me for another than to realize that you are no longer in the whole wide world ...
9. I'm not going to forget you. Whoever says anything, and whoever claims anything ...
10. You weren't the prettiest, and you weren't the funniest. But now I realized that you were the closest to my heart!
11. I know that I am only obliged to remember you, but in fact I am in love to the point of unconsciousness.
12. How sad it is when you bring only sweets and inanimate flowers to meet your mother.
13. You get used to everything, even to the fact that you no longer have the most beloved person. But true love does not die even in such conditions ...
14. Time passed, and quarrels left the memory. And now I remember you as the most beautiful, kindest and good person.
15. Although you are gone, I know, dad, from the immense height of heaven you are praying for me ...
16. I will definitely remember you. I will also remember the pain I felt when you left.

How I wish death was just a stranger

The pain of loss is the strongest emotion a person can experience. At this moment, a person wants to be understood - sad statuses about death.

1. You are my main sorrow. Even if you don't exist.
2. Death loved one It's definitely not something that can be described. It's always something too deep.
3. Now I can become selfish, sociopathic and even alcoholic. Because I have no one else to be good to.
4. Death is what destroys plans. This is what turns the mind around. This is something that is inexorable.
5. At first, I thought that I would scream or not be able to survive at all. But everything turned out to be simpler - the world instantly became unusually empty.
6. Since you left, I often have to lie. Lie that I'm fine...
7. The pain is unbearable when you have to part by the will of fate, and not by the will of at least one of you.
8. I'm glad I was able to love someone like you. But if the pain of loss would just as easily go away ...
9. I have no one to blame for our separation, except perhaps death. And what is death in the end?
10. I hope that where you are now, you are well. And I don't need more.
11. Burial is not for the deceased. Funerals are needed for the living to make sure they are not forgotten.
12. In this life, you can't count on anything. Is that the fact that this very life will ever end.
13. What difference does it make what happens to your body after death? You don't think about what will happen to the nails you cut...
14. After the departure of great people, the world always changes. It doesn't matter if good or bad.
15. We are all afraid of the unknown. And the most striking fear of this is, of course, the fear of death.
16. Many of us feel sorry for dying because our dreams have not yet come true. But we are not afraid to live with unfulfilled dreams.

Most of the time, death is sudden.

The status about the death of a person is for those who care about high concepts. And also - for those who know how to feel the phrase with all their heart.

1. When your loved one dies, you will feel guilty anyway. Just think about it!
2. Time is a terrible thing. She kills you, and most importantly, your loved ones.
3. In order not to think about death, you need to be distracted. For example, thoughts about life.
4. Like it or not, life in all its essence is revealed only when we experience the death of a loved one.
5. We have to deal with the death of our parents. We must try to get over the death of a spouse. But the death of a child... no, it defies explanation.
6. Sooner or later, the pain of leaving a loved one will subside. But you will never be the same again.
7. There are people who are not afraid to show sincerity, kindness, and in general are afraid of little. They leave first.
8. It is impossible to be prepared for the death of a loved one. Don't trust anyone.
9. No matter how tragic the death of a loved one, time passes, and you regain sensitivity to ordinary things.
10. It remains only to believe. That you still exist. And also in the fact that where you are, you will certainly feel good.
11. I don't need any money. I would like to know that my parents will always be alive.
12. I don't want to be under any illusions. I know we won't be together forever. Therefore, here and now I want to be with you.

Serious phrases about death are rarely found in the status bar of someone. However, if you like any of the statuses listed above, don't be afraid to show your personality!

Love yourself for the good of others.

A woman dies, and Death comes to her. The woman, seeing Death, smiled and said she was ready.
- What are you ready for? Death asked.
- I'm ready for God to take me to Paradise! the woman replied.
- And why did you decide that God would take you to himself? Death asked.
- Well, how? I suffered so much that I deserved the peace and love of God, the woman replied.
What exactly did you suffer from? Death asked.
- When I was little, I was always unfairly punished by my parents. They beat me, put me in a corner, yelled at me as if I had done something terrible. When I was in school, my classmates bullied me and also beat and humiliated me. When I got married, my husband drank all the time and cheated on me. My children exhausted my whole soul, and in the end they didn’t even come to my funeral. When I worked, my boss yelled at me all the time, delayed my salary, left me on weekends, and then fired me altogether without paying me. Neighbors gossiped about me behind my back, saying that I was a walking woman. And one day a robber attacked me and stole my bag and raped me.
- Well, what did you do good in your life? Death asked.
- I was always kind to everyone, went to church, prayed, took care of everyone, pulled everything on myself. I experienced so much pain from this world, like Christ, that I deserve Paradise ...
- Well, well ... - Death answered - I understand you. There remains a small formality. Sign one contract and go straight to Paradise.
Death handed her a piece of paper with one sentence to tick. The woman looked at Death and, as if she had been doused with ice water, said that she could not put a tick under this sentence.
It was written on the piece of paper: "I forgive all my offenders and ask for forgiveness from everyone whom I offended."
Why can't you forgive them all and ask for forgiveness? Death asked.
- Because they did not deserve my forgiveness, because if I forgive them, it means that nothing happened, it means that they will not answer for their deeds. And I have no one to ask for forgiveness ... I didn’t do anything bad to anyone!
- Are you sure about that? Death asked.
- Absolutely!
- What do you feel for those who caused you so much pain? Death asked.
- I feel anger, anger, resentment! It is unfair that I should forget and erase from my memory the evil that people have done to me!
- What if you forgive them and stop experiencing these feelings? Death asked.
The woman thought for a while and replied that there would be emptiness inside!
- You have always experienced this emptiness in your heart, and this emptiness has devalued you and your life, and the feelings that you experience give meaning to your life. Now tell me, why do you feel emptiness?
- Because all my life I thought that those whom I loved and those for whom I lived would appreciate me, but in the end they disappointed me. I gave my life to my husband, children, parents, friends, but they did not appreciate it and turned out to be ungrateful!
- Before God said goodbye to his son and let him go to earth, he said one last phrase to him, which was supposed to help him realize life in himself and himself in this life ...
- What? the woman asked.
- THE WORLD STARTS WITH YOU..!
- What does it mean?
- So he did not understand what God told him about ... This is about the fact that only you are responsible for everything that happens in your life! You choose to suffer or be happy! So explain to me who exactly caused you so much pain?
- It turns out I'm on my own ... - the woman answered in a trembling voice.
- So who can't you forgive?
- Myself? The woman answered in a weeping voice.
- Forgive yourself - it means admitting your mistake! To forgive yourself is to accept your imperfection! Forgiving yourself means opening up to yourself! You hurt yourself and decided that the whole world is to blame for this, and they do not deserve your forgiveness ... And you want God to accept you with open arms?! Have you decided that God is like a soft-bodied stupid old man who will open doors for fools and evil sufferers?! Do you think he created the perfect place for people like you? That's when you create your own paradise, where first of all you, and then the rest, will feel good, then you will knock on the doors of the heavenly abode, but for now God has given me instructions to send you back to earth so that you learn how to create a world in which reigns love and care. And the one who cannot take care of himself lives in a deep delusion that he can take care of others. Do you know how God punishes a woman who considers herself an ideal mother?
- How? the woman asked.
- He sends her children, whose fates break before her eyes ...
- I understood ... I could not make my husband loving and devoted. She failed to raise happy and successful children. I couldn’t keep a hearth where there would be peace and harmony… In my world, everyone suffered…
- Why? Death asked.
- I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me and sympathize ... But no one took pity on me ... And I thought that God would definitely take pity on me and hug me!
- Remember that the most dangerous people on earth are those who want to arouse pity and compassion for themselves ... They are called "victims" ... Your greatest ignorance lies in the fact that you think that God needs someone's sacrifice! He will never let into his abode one who knows nothing but pain and suffering, for this sacrifice will sow pain and suffering in his world...! Go back and learn to love and take care of yourself, and then those who live in your world. And to begin with, ask forgiveness for your ignorance and forgive yourself for it!
The woman closed her eyes and started the journey again, but only under a different name and with different parents.