And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.
No man is an island, entire of itself.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
In heaven it is always autumn.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Death is an ascension to a better library.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.