Do not think too much of the dead husk of your friend, or mourn too much over it, but send your thoughts out towards the real soul or self which has escaped - to reach it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I believe that our friends among the dead really mind us and look out for us. Often there might be a big boulder of misery over your path about to fall on you, but your friends among the dead hold it back until you have passed by.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
I have an obsession with mortality. I saw a friend die when I was 18, and I can't get over it.
Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.
When someone is dying, there is nothing you really can do, it's a horrible situation, and... you just have to get through it.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.