When you are sorrowful, look again.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
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.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
The only cure for grief is action.
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.
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
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 spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
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.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
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