Departed Friends Quotes

• Do we not hear voices, gentle and great, and some of them like the voices of departed friends,— do we not hear them saying to us, Come up hither?

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  William Mountford

  Voice   Departed   Come Up  

  William Mountford (1858). “Euthanasy, Or Happy Talk Towards the End of Life”, p.305

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• Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

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  Jean Paul

  Friendship   Sad   Departed  

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• It seems to me that, with but slight reserve and modification, we may apply to our departed friend his own pathetic and beautiful elegy upon another.

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  Samuel Laman Blanchard

  Beautiful   Departed   May  

  "Sketches from Life". Book by Laman Blanchard, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, "Memoire", 1846.

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• When mourning the loss of our departed friends, I cannot help but think that in every death there is a birth; the spirit leaves the body dead to us, and passes to the other side of the veil alive to that great and noble company that are also working for the accomplishment of the purpose of God, in the redemption and salvation of a fallen world.

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  Wilford Woodruff

  Friendship   Death   Loss  

  Wilford Woodruff (1946). “The Discourses of Wilford Woodruff”

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• Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

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  Washington Irving

  Friendship   Inspiring   Goodbye  

  Washington Irving, William Irving (1824). “Salmagundi”, p.151

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• The distance between the glorified spirits in heaven and the militant saints on earth seems great; but it is not so. We are not far from home. Heaven... is just one sigh and we get there. Our departed friends are only in the upper room, as it were, of the same house; they have not gone far off; they are upstairs and we are down below.

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  Charles Spurgeon

  Distance   Home   House  

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• I am SHADOW, and my dwelling is near to the Catacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusion which border upon the foul Charonian canal." And then did we, the seven, start from our seats in horror, and stand trembling, and shuddering, and aghast, for the tones in the voice of the shadow were not the tones of any one being, but of a multitude of beings, and, varying in their cadences from syllable to syllable fell duskly upon our ears in the well-remembered and familiar accents of many thousand departed friends.

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  Edgar Allan Poe

  Voice   Dwelling   Departed  

  Edgar Allan Poe (1857). “The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe: Poems and tales. Eureka, an essay on the material and spiritual universe”, p.294

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