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.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
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.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Things must be felt with the heart.
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.
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.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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.
Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
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