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.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
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.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
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