Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing...that is a friend who cares.
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.
Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Bereavement is the sharpest challenge to our trust in God; if faith can overcome this, there is no mountain which it cannot remove.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.