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.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
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.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
Dreams are more powerful than facts.
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.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness
The only cure for grief is action.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
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