You are never more alive than when you are with someone as they die.

And sometimes we die to prove that we lived.

I can not imagine anything more painful than life itself, unfortunately the alternative is not very appealing.

Time heals everything but a broken heart when your child dies.

I need no further proof that God does not exist than the death of a child.

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there