Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?"
with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories."
~ ~ Maya Angelou
People are like stained-glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed only if their light is from within.
-Elizabeth Kubler Ross
Jason, we had such a short time together.
I will treasure it always.
Your light will always shine for me.
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