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.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
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.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
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.
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.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
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.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
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