He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
If you're going through hell, keep going.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.
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.
The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
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