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.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
A human life is a story told by God.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
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.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
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!
Grief is the price we pay for love.
They that love beyond the world
cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.