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Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Sep 10, 2025
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.
The light has gone out of my life.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
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.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
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.
Heaven is a place nearby, so there's no need to say goodbye.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
How very softly you tiptoed into our world, almost silently, only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon our hearts
A human life is a story told by God.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
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.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
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.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
Things must be felt with the heart.
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.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming.
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
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!