“Some losses never heal you just learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then”

“All these tears shed in the world, where do they go? If one could capture all of them, they could water the parched. Then perhaps these tears would have value and all this grief would have some meaning. Otherwise, it was all a waste, just an endless cycle of birth and death; of love and loss.”

“For every tear you shed for someone else’s grief, it takes one off of their suffering.”

“Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of…healing?”

“You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest”

“I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.”