Funeral Quotes Novels & Stories

sabay turo ni Sining sa pader na may nakadikit ngang quotes for life. "Hahaha siraulo! Napaniwala mo 'ko ro'n, ah? Akala ko favorite quote mo 'yon, eh, kaya kabisado mo!" bulalas ni Seb. "Pero kung words of wisdom para kay Jaq..." tinignan niya ako na para bang alam niya 'yong nararamdaman ko at alam niya ang sasabihin. "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world. Not even our troubles. Kaya cheer up, Jaq. God doesn't give us what we can handle, God helps us handle what we are given." she said straight to my face and gave me a bright smile after.

–Ann Landers Tama si Ann, lilipas rin. Darating ang araw na makakalimot rin si Harah. Tipong hindi na tutulo ang luha niya sa sakit kundi dahil sa saya. Paulit ulit nireremind ni Harah ang sarili gaya ng sinabi sa quotes ni Alyson. Sabi niya: "The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward. Take that big leap forward without hesitation, without once looking back. Simply forget the past and forge toward the future." –Alyson Noel

"Give me the f*cking gun, Matthy! Magtawag na rin kayo ng funeral service at hindi ko papayagang mabuhay ang ul*l na 'to!" "Ay! Mahal magpalibing, Hoffman! Hindi ako mag-a-ambag diyan—sabi ko nga tatawag na ako ng funeral service," mabilis na liko ni Uncle Sixto kaya't bahagya siyang kinabahan lalo na noong maramdaman ang malamig na nguso ng baril sa tapat ng d*bdib niya. "You may rest in peace, Montemayor," madiing bulong pa ni Theo Hoffman sa kanya.

Saturday, the last day of the Funeral…. Puno ng tao ang funeral parlor na pinaglagakan ng mga labi ni Cecilia at Mang Cardo. Alas- diyes ng umaga ng inumpisahan na ang mesa matapos makapagbigay ng mensahe ang mga naiwang pamilya. Nandoon lahat ng malalapit na kaibigan at empleyado ng pamilya ni Shantal. Sa kabila ng pagdadalamhati naramdaman nila ang labis na suporta at pagmamahal ng mga tao. Laman sa lahat ng balita ang araw ng libing. Walang imik na sumakay sila ng kotse mag-ama kasama ang yaya niya habang si Brent ang nagmamaneho. Kasunod sila sa sasakyang nagdala ng mga kabaong.

"THANK YOU so much for attending my father's funeral. This is an honor on behalf of my father. Thank you so much," panimula ko. Ako ang huling magbibigay ng mensahe kay Daddy bago na niya tuluyang lisanin ang mundong ibabaw.

“Of course not! Basta kasama kita, hindi ako natatakot.” Agad silang bumiyahe. Sa labas, bumabagsak pa rin ang malalakas na ulan. Sa funeral hall, puting-puti ang paligid, puting tela, puting papel na ikinalat, at mga baryang iniwan ng mga bisita. Walang tigil ang malungkot na tugtog ng patay, tinatabunan ng hagulgol ng pamilya.

I know how this goes, so I’m done. We went to the funeral home. It was grand. There are flowers everywhere. Kasing rami ng mga bulaklak ay naroon din ang mga tao mula sa media. Hawak-hawak naming ni Ander ang isa’t-isa habang naglalakad papasok sa funeral home. Ni hindi na ako nag-aangat ng mukha dahil sa sobrang liwanag ng paligid. They have made this a circus. “Mrs. Caruso, a statement please!”

Her presence was a silent reassurance to Osiris, a reminder that he was not alone in his grief. The rain continued to fall, its gentle patter against the umbrellas a backdrop to the words of comfort and remembrance that were shared. The mourners released balloons into the sky, a symbolic gesture that carried their thoughts and prayers towards the heavens. The scene was a tapestry of emotions, a mosaic of grief, reflection, and the bittersweet acknowledgement of a life well-lived.

Anong bang klaseng utak ang mayroon ito? "Tell him that if he's dying, good luck on his journey to hell. I'll be the first one to celebrate. Stop bothering me. Bye." "Miss Perez, wait!" "Why? Did he have a preferred color of flowers for the funeral? Tell me so I can send it."

Kailangan kong tatagan ang loob ko. Napuno ng iyakan ang buong paligid. Magang-maga na rin ang mga mata ko sa walang-tigil na pag-iyak. Hindi ko pa rin makakayang tanggapin na wala na sila. Iniwan nila ako. “Today, we gather to bid you farewell, to honor the beautiful souls you were. Though my heart is heavy, I want to celebrate the love and joy you brought into our lives.” I turn to the gathered mourners, my voice filled with conviction. “Let us remember Britney and my Dad not with tears of sorrow, but with smiles of gratitude for the time we had with them. They may be physically gone, but their spirit will forever live on within us.” I walked towards the casket, gently placing a bouquet be