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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
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I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new.
I thought of you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence as I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake with which I'll never part.
god has you in His keeping. I have you in my heart.
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I knew that looking back on the tears would make me laugh but I never knew that looking back on the laughs would bring tears
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If I could plant a flower for every time I miss you, I could walk through my garden forever
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Don't ever hold anything back... don't ever think you can leave telling someone something for tomorrow... Sometimes this tomorrow never comes :( and you are left here without them wishing you did something..
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'No matter how big your house is,
how recent your car is,
or how big your bank account is ..
Our graves will always be the same size .
Stay humble '
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'Women who wear black lead colorful lives .. ' —Neiman Marcus
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'No matter what choice you make, it doesn’t define you. Not forever. People can make bad choices and change their minds and hearts and do good things later; just as people make good choices and then turn around and walk a bad path. No choice we make lasts our whole life. If there’s ever a choice you’ve made that you no longer agree with, you can make another choice..'
- Jonathan Mayberry
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'The trick of it, she told herself is to be courageous and bold and make a difference, not change the world exactly just the bit around you. Go out there with your double fist, your passion and your new smith corona typewriter and work hard at something. Change lives through art maybe write beautifully, cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well experience new things. Love and be loved. Eat sensibly. Stuff like that.'
-David Nicholls, One Day
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..you will always be with me like a handprint on my heart ..
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Ktoś tutaj był i był,
a potem nagle zniknął
i uporczywie go nie ma
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Na odejście bliskich nie można się przygotować. Śmierć zawsze jest nie na miejscu i zawsze nie w porę – za szybko, za rano, za nagle. Dopada po pracy, przed kąpielą, po obiedzie. Przychodzi w czwartek, a przecież mogłaby w sobotę. Nie pyta, nie uprzedza, nie dyskutuje. Przychodzi i zostawia ból. Ból, który ukoić mogą tylko wspomnienia.
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