If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.
It can't rain all the time.
It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.