If you love something, set it free.

If it comes back to you, than it's yours.

If it doesn't, than it never was yours to begin with.

I miss you like the sun misses the flowers in the depths of winter.

I've noticed that whenever someone dies, so many people are suddenly saying, "It's a shame, they were so beautiful"
Heres an idea; tell them while they're still alive. Then maybe they'll stick around to hear it.   You might just save a life.  

Ich werde dich wieder sehen. Doch nur einer kann sagen wann. :(

In order to get the rainbow, ya got to put up with the rain.

but with if there's no rain to be found? where is that rainbow?

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Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life
that we lived so fondly