From the end spring new beginnings.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.