Grief is the price we pay for love.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
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.
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.
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.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
Dreams are more powerful than facts.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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