The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
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.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. 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 and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Grief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and of death to touch every person in a totally unique way. Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.
Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.
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