Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
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Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
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.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
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.
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love
Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
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