Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~From the television show The Wonder Years
The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.
~Arthur Schopenhauer
Bless you, dear Margrit...
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