Things must be felt with the heart.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
The light has gone out of my life.
Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
A human life is a story told by God.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
He kept at true good humor's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.
Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.
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