If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.
No one can take the place of a friend, no one.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
Will you wait for me forever?
If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.
So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Don’t be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Did you ever feel that you were missing someone you had never met?
Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.
Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.
Where is the good in goodbye?
I miss my mother very, very much.
Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.