Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
Things must be felt with the heart.
Heaven is a place nearby, so there's no need to say goodbye.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
Next to love, Sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
The light has gone out of my life.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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