“We will grieve and we will rise.”

She is singing you a lullaby, soften and you will hear her song.

What’s courage? Letting love in.

She wore softness as her crown.

Her heart was a gentle stroke of a paintbrush.

She danced with nature for she knew she was never alone.

Your life fell apart for a reason. Trust now, give space for your greater destiny.

How do you protect a heart? You don’t hide it’s magic.

Thoughts are like seeds. You get to decide what grows.

Even if it doesn’t work out, you’ll be glad you lived when so many only dream of such a thing.

Hold a heart in love and watch the spell of pain be broken.

Your heart breaks making space for the light. See those tiny cracks, I’m going to embrace you here, hold you tight and never let go.

I don’t date. I audition for marriage.

Life wants us to succeed if only we have the courage to listen.

You know those days when you meet incredibly kind people. I love that. Lets make sure we are those people.

No one is defined by a moment in time. You are more than that.

There’s a little voice, that lives inside all, waiting for us to believe.

If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

There’s no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

Nobody Can Wipe Out Anybody’s Grief, But Everyone Can Erase Their Grief.

A still-born son is superior to a foolish son endowed with a long life. The first causes grief for but a moment while the latter like a blazing fire consumes his parents in grief for life.

A still-born son is superior to a foolish son endowed with a long life. The first causes grief for but a moment while the latter like a blazing fire consumes his parents in grief for life.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.