Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
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.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
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