Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories.

Above everything else I’ve done, I’ve always said I’ve had more guts than I’ve got talent.

Grit is the persistence in following your own destiny.

No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking.

There is no failure. Only feedback.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

You are gone, but thank you for all these soft, sweet things you left behind. In my home, in my head, in my heart.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

It’s not life situations but our thoughts are the pilots of grief.

Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.

Love is an engraved invitation to grief.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.