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.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
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.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
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.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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