Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arise from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost

Of how many a man may it not be said that hope made a fool of him until he danced into the arms of death!