Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing...that is a friend who cares.
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.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
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.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Dreams are more powerful than facts.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
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 in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
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