When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
Some of us only meet in the most fleeting moments; some of us never meet, but still hear about one another and therefore cherish what we know from what we've heard, and mourn the loss, even though we're spared what the close-loved ones must endure - the ongoing pain of an empty place in the heart for the rest of life.
We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.
Loss doesn't feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.
My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
There are three things we cry about in life, things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.
After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
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