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.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
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.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Next to love, Sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.
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 he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.
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