“ Grief keeps coming back with the same things in its hands — you know this. You know that the hands of grief are memory. Again and again, grief holds the same few things. Lindsay Hill
“ I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him. Ranata Suzuki
“ To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o… Dejan Stojanovic
“ I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain. Michael Bassey Johnson
“ Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a m… Kamand Kojouri
“ If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart. Ranata Suzuki
