Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Accordingly, death is a harbor of peace for the just, but is believed a shipwreck for the wicked. — Ambrose Copy Share Image
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act,… — Leo Buscaglia Copy Share Image
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
He kept at true good humor's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
... Grief is selfish. It is indulged in for self-gratification, not for love. Cosmic man knows the beauty and unreality of death.… — Walter Russell Copy Share Image
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. — James O'Barr Copy Share Image
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow. — Rita Schiano Copy Share Image
