Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.

It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.

A man is what he thinks about all day long.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.