“...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...”

“...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...”

“...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...”

“...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...”

“...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...”