Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.
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.
I'm not looking for sympathy at all.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence.
Tears will get you sympathy, sweat will get you change.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Men are often biased in their judgment on account of their sympathy and their interests.
One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
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.
It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered ... that we are behind our age.... sympathy as a fine art is backward in the growth of progress.
The philanthropist too often surrounds mankind with the remembrance of his own cast- off griefs as an atmosphere, and calls it sympathy. We should impart our courage, and not our despair, our health and ease, and not our disease, and take care that this does not spread by contagion.
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
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