My roots are in the depths of the woods.

A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.

Forest is the best part of the wise man!

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

I love the forest. It is the place where you hear yourself better.

There is always an adventure waiting in the woods.

The groves were God’s first temples.

In the woods, we return to reason and faith.

Nature always wears the colours of the spirit.

If we lose the forest, we lose our only teachers.

Family surrounds us in times of sorrow and gives us strength to face the loss of a loved one.

Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Our beloved took pride in being part of a large family.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

A family provides hope in the face of sorrow.

Lives are like rivers: eventually they go where they must. Not where we want them to.

The best portion of a good man’s life is his little nameless unrememberd acts of kindness and of love.

You can turn to family for comfort during times of sorrow.

As is a tale, so is life: Not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.