We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: "Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes."
Helen KellerSometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at lifeโs shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the wayโฆSilence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, โthere is joy is self-forgetfulness.โ So I try to make the light in othersโ eyes my sun, the music in others; ears my symphony, the smile on othersโ lips my happiness.
Helen KellerChildren who hear acquire language without any particular effort; the words that fall from others' lips they catch on the wing, as it were, delightedly, while the little deaf child must trap them by a slow and often painful process. But whatever the process, the result is wonderful. Gradually from naming an object we advance step by step until we have traversed the vast distance between our first stammered syllable and the sweep of thought in a line of Shakespeare.
Helen Keller