Neena Verma Quotes

Death
It does not happen to the dead alone
Those left behind, die too
In parts that would never heal and come back to life
(Page 14)

Cold, still and merciless
Death comes visiting
With absolute finality
(Page 24)

Forgetting is not forgetting
Forgetting is 'Letting things pass'

When Existence opens up to Essence
And rises above and beyond
The path of Transcendence opens

Love goes beyond Death
The body disappears
The person lives
In Love

And in this Love
Remembrance is born
(Page 91)

Letting myself fall wasn't easy. It wasn't hard either. It was a calling that I had to honour. I did honour. I took a plunge into my dark abyss. I faced my grief, my fear, my sadness, my loneliness, my anguish, myself. (Page 78)

The morning's splendour is conceived in the dark womb of night. A truth … we all know and believe. Yet a truth, that is most difficult to live and endure when one is in that dark womb. Alive and breathing … but inert, vulnerable, and 'in waiting'. Witnessing but not conscious, wakeful but not awake. (Page 2)

When one has an urge to say something but wouldn't quite know 'what' & 'how' .. it is better to let it remain unsaid.

Appreciate, Let purpose inspire action, Learn with humility, Go beyond .. all in Here & Now.

Grief
You plunge one in many emotions
Betrayal, Despair, Depression, Fear, Anger
Grief
You are more difficult to face than Death
Grief
Please let my faith stay stronger than you
Grief
I so wish you eventually lose out to love
(Page 58)

Nature does not abandon us. Rather, it helps us in accepting our loss, grief and pain. It stays with us, even cries with us. It gifts us openings, may be more than once, to heal, transcend and re-emerge. (Page xii)

Twilight ...
Say, who you are !!
The dusk before the night
Or the dawn before the light
(Page 73)

Twilight, the only time of the day when the light and dark meet and become one. The bright powerful light of the day, calmly surrenders before the engulfing duskiness of the night. And the dense whelming darkness of the night yields before the surreal dawning saffron of the morning. The only two moments of the day that absolve the difference between 'dark and light'. (Page 71)

I came to understand the most intriguing irony of life, that the most intimate partner of life is death.
(Page 94)

There are words like 'orphan', 'widow' and 'widower' in all languages. But there is no word in any language to describe a parent who loses a child. How does one describe the pain of 'ultimate bereavement'! (Page 50)

We are generally not programmed to imagine death, to handle death, to absorb grief, at least not in the immediacy of things, definitely not when the 'thing' has happened to another person.