To forget even for a short time those we have loved and lost seems a lack of fealty to them; but if their influence is ever present with us to our good, our joy is a worthier memorial to them than would be endless repining.
The memory of a great sorrow obliterates the slight asperities of daily life.
The mingling of tears is a transfusion of spirit. A sorrow in common is the strongest of covenants.
The only complete satisfaction of the sense of living is its sacrifice.
The sweetest joys are consoled sorrows.