Sorrows come to stretch out places in the heart for joy..

Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon. It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where y….

Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be….

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve..

Great joys, like griefs, are silent..

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to fu….

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most….

In the spiritual life every person is his or her own discoverer, and you need not grieve if your discoveries are not believed in by others. It is you….

Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and ….

When people are grieving, it's kind of like a storm, and you need something to grab onto, but often you have to brave it on your own..

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love..

You who have never “been there” in the throes of grief, have no idea what is going on inside the head of the grieving spouse: the scattered thoughts,….

Should prosperity befall thee, rejoice not, and should abasement come upon thee, grieve not, for both shall pass away and be no more..

This is a proof of a well-trained mind, to rejoice in what is good and to grieve at the opposite..

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back.

Our lives become the sum of all whom we have loved. It is important not to waste anyone. One task of living out the last half of life is excavating a….

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words..

The proof of a well-trained mind is that it rejoices in which is good and grieves at the opposite..

The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call..

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end..

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow..