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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Sep 29, 2025
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
The light has gone out of my life.
We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.
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.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
A human life is a story told by God.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
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.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
A man is not completely born until he is dead.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; 'tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
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.
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.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
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.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
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