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.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
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.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
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...that is a friend who cares.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
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.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
Dreams are more powerful than facts.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
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