Death ends a life, not a relationship.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.
You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Pain and suffering have come into your life, but remember pain, sorrow, suffering are but the kiss of Jesus – a sign that you have come so close to Him that He can kiss you.
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
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.