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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 5:58 pm
Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.n the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
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.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
A human life is a story told by God.
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
He kept at true good humour's mark
The social flow of pleasure's tide:
He never made a brow look dark,
Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; 'tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
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!
For some moments in life there are no words.
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.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
A human life is a story told by God.
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
He kept at true good humour's mark
The social flow of pleasure's tide:
He never made a brow look dark,
Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life; 'tis rather an embrio state, a preparation for living; a man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
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!
For some moments in life there are no words.
