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 bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Life can only be understood backwards.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
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