To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
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.
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.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
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.
He kept at true good humor's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
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