A human life is a story told by God.
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.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
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.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
Sympathy does not think. It acts. It acts to remove. The ceaseless sufferings. Of the world
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.
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