A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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.
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; 'tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
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