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I'm not ever going to know them if I never meet them, am I? But I must put away these idle fancies until we meet again. . We shall all meet at the Karagins'!. A great memorable quote from the Fiddler on the Roof movie on catchsomeair.us - Hodel: Papa, God alone knows when we shall see each other again. Tevye: Then. Image Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint in William Shakespeare Quotes album.
In my heart your memory lingers, Sweetly tender, fond and true; There is not a day, dear father, That I do not think of you.
He bade no one a last farewell, He said good-bye to none; The heavenly gates were opened wide, A loving voice said, "Come". One precious to our hearts has gone. The voice we loved is stilled; The place made vacant in our home Can never more be filled, Our Father in His wisdom called The one His love had given, And so on earth the body lies, His soul is safe in Heaven.
Wife or Daughter Peacefully sleeping, resting at last, The world's weary trouble and trials are past, In silence she suffered, in patience she bore, Till God called her home to suffer no more.
Time speeds on, two years have passed Since death its gloom, its shadows cast Within our home, where all seemed bright, And took from us a shining light, We miss that light, and ever will, Her vacant place there's none to fill. Down here we mourn, but not in vain, For up in Heaven we will meet again. What would we give her hand to clasp, Her patient face to see, To hear her voice, to see her smile, As in the days that used to be.
But some sweet day we'll meet again Beyond the toil and strife, And clasp each other's hand once more, In Heaven, that happy life. Sunshine passes, shadows fall, Love's remembrance outlasts all; And though the years be many or few, They are filled with remembrance of you. I heard a voice on the winds tonight, Wondrously sweet and low, Drifting down from the outer space, Beyond the sunset's glow, And tonight on wings aerial Borne o'er the snows and ice, I'm hearing again the lifting voice, From the gates of Paradise.
She's singing a song for me tonight, Wondrously sweet and low, Touching again the golden chords Of just three years ago.
Safe with the ransomed, her sufferings all o'er. Anchored so soon on that beautiful shore; Who would recall her to share in the strife Of the suffering and toil in the battle of life; Better in heaven, far better than here; Only we miss her, we loved her so dear. Yes, sadly we miss her, and try not to grieve; A little while longer we too must leave, To meet her on that beautiful shore Where parting's unknown and life's evermore.
No one knows our heartaches, Only those who have lost can tell Of the grief that we bear in silence For the one we loved so well. Oh why was she taken, so young and so fair, When earth held so many it better could spare; Hard was the blow that compelled us to part With our loving daughter, so dear to our heart.
She was taken without any warning, Her going left hearts filled with pain; But though she is gone from amongst us, In our hearts she will always remain.
Time may help us to ease the bitter pain Of the loss of one held dear; But only few know how we miss her, And the loneliness of this year. I try to be brave and remember She now is free from all pain; And at the road's end, God willing, We too shall meet again.
In our home she is fondly remembered, Sweet memories cling to her name; Those who loved her in life sincerely, Still love her in death just the same.
The years may wipe out many things But this they'll wipe out never, The memory of those happy days When we were all together. We think of her in silence, Her name we oft recall, But there's nothing left to answer But her picture on the wall.
Just when her life was brightest, Just when her hopes were best, God called her from among us To a home of eternal rest. When the shadows of night are falling And we are sitting alone There always comes a longing dear If you could only come home. Her smiling way and pleasant face Are a pleasure to recall She had a kindly word for each And she died beloved by all.
Some day we hope to meet her Some day we know not when To clasp her hand in the better land Never to part again. There is a mother who misses you sadly, And finds the time long since you went; And I think of you daily and hourly, But try to be brave and content.
But the tears that I shed in silence, And breathe a sigh of regret, For you were mine, and I remember, Though all the world forget. A precious one from us has gone A voice we loved is stilled A place is vacant in our home Which never can be filled.
We miss the sunshine of her face Her fond and loving care Our home is dark without you mother We miss you everywhere God in His wisdom has recalled The boon His love had given And though the body moulders here The soul is safe in Heaven. We do not forget her, we love her too dearly, For her memory to fade from our lives like a dream; Our lips need not speak when our hearts mourn sincerely, For grief often dwells where it seldom is seen. The unseen strings of memory's harp Are softly touched today, Thoughts of her come crowding fast And tears we can not stay, So I shed a tear that is silent And breathe a sigh of regret, You were mine, I remember, Though all the world forget.
There the buds from earth transplanted, For our coming watch and wait, In the upper garden growing, Just within the pearly gate. Though our hearts may break with sorrow By the grief so hard to bear, We shall meet her some bright morning In the upper garden there. The depths of sorrow we can not tell, Of the loss of one we loved so well; And while she sleeps a peaceful sleep, Her memory we shall always keep.
Husband or Son His smiling way and pleasant face Are a pleasure to recall; He had a kindly word for each, And died beloved by all. Nothing can ever take away The love a heart holds dear. Fond memories linger every day, Remembrance keeps him near. The face I loved is now laid low, His loving voice is still, The hand so often clasped in mine Lies now in death's cold chill. I often sit and think of him When I am all alone; For memory is the only thing That grief can call its own.
His spirit has fled, his sufferings o'er. At the fireside he will join us no more. Always so good, unselfish and kind None on this earth your equal I'll find. Honorable and true in all your ways, Loving and faithful to the end of your days, Honest and liberal, ever upright, Just in your judgment, always right; Loved by your friends and all whom you knew, One in a million, that husband was you.
What beautiful memories you left behind. Sunshine passes, shadows fall. Love's remembrance outlasts all, And though the years be many or few, They are filled with remembrance of you. He went away without farewell He said goodbye to none But Heaven's gate was open wide And a loving voice said "Come" Beside his grave we often stand Our hearts are tired and sore But through the gloom "Not dead, just gone before.
My lips can not speak how I miss you My heart can not tell what to say God only knows how I miss you In our home that is lonesome today. We who loved you sadly miss you As it dawns another year In our lonely hours of thinking Thoughts of you are always near. The years are quickly passing Though still we can't forget For in the hearts that love him His memory lingers yet.
Sad and sudden was the call So dearly loved by one and all His memory is as sweet today As in the hour he passed away. You were always true and patient Through the years you struggled on And those hands that rest forever Made the home that now is gone.
Every hour we dearly miss him, Sadly do we feel his loss, Lonely in our home without him Help us, Lord, to bear the cross. He said he always played the game so fair But now his troubles are o'er; Only a little while longer and we'll meet On the heavenly shore. Time rolls on and I am reminded Of a day my heart was crushed, When God took you, oh, so quickly, And we all in gloom were thrust.
In the bloom of life death claimed you, In the prime of manhood days; But I hope some day to meet you And to be with you always. We have only your memory, dear boy To remember our whole life through, But the sweetness will linger forever, As we treasure the image of you.
Today recalls the memory Of a loved one gone to rest, And those who think of him today Are those who loved him best. The flowers we lay upon his grave May wither and decay, But the love for him who lies beneath Will never fade away. As we loved you, so we miss you; In our memory you are near. Loved, remembered, longed for always, Bringing many a silent tear. Every hour we dearly miss him Sadly do we feel his loss Lonely in our home without him Help us, Lord, to bear the cross.
A sweet little flower, nipped in the bud, No grief or sorrow knew; Just came to earth to win our love And then to heaven withdrew. No stain was on her little heart, Sin had not entered there; And innocence slept sweetly on That pale white brow so fair. She was too pure for this cold earth Too beautiful to stay, And so God's holy angel bore Our darling one away.
She was a flower too fair for earth, Sent here but for a while; God marked her when He gave her birth And took her with a smile. She was only a little white rosebud A sweet little flower from birth, God took her home to Heaven Before she was soiled on earth. In his innocence and beauty, With his soul as pure as snow, He is nestled on the bosom Of the God we love and know.
Beside his grave we often stand, With hearts both crushed and sore, Yet through the gloom Not lost, but gone before'. Safe in the arms of Jesus, C Safe on His gentle breast. When we reach the heavenly garden And see her in full bloom, The flower we loved so dearly And thought God plucked too soon; Oh, then we will know the reason, Tho' we know it not today, Why in her fragrant beauty God took our flower away.
He has gone to be an angel, Secure in our Father's care, And his dear little feet now patter along The beautiful streets up there. If only the sky could open, And his dear little face I could see, Oh, what a wonderful feeling I know would come over me.
Dear is the grave, where our darling is laid Sweet is the memory that never will fade.THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT-TIME
The cup was bitter, the loss severe, To part with the one we loved so dear. Her little soul, so pure and sweet, Will blossom at the Saviour's feet. Our darling has gone to the angels above, Where there's nothing but happiness, joy and love. Gone from this world, so full of strife, Back to the God who gave her life.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint ...
So let us not fret, or wish her back again, To go through the sorrows that come to all men; But rejoice that God chose our sweet flower for His own And has taken her back to His Heavenly home. Friend or Kin Just a thought of sweet remembrance Just a memory sad and true, Just the love and sweet devotion Of one who thinks of you. God in his wisdom has recalled The boon His love had given, And though the body slumbers here, The soul is safe in Heaven.
The years may wipe out many things, But this they'll wipe out never, The memory of those happy days Which we have spent together, For all you did for me, you did your best, May God grant eternal rest. If you can only remember me in sadness and tears, then don't remember me at all. It's what we leave behind that's hard.
Some will remember and some will forget each other, but we will always have a part of each other inside us. If you do, you start missing everybody. Salinger - "Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying, but the never needing to say is what counts. But memories are like starlight — they live on forever.
It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. We've shared so many things throughout the years. And when the times were hard we were by each other's side. You were there to make me laugh when I cried. We'll take the best, forget the rest, and someday will find that these are the best of times. Because they've seen you change. They've let you change. You're strange and I'm wonderful, or should I be strange and you be wonderful?
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Hold on to your friendship for it will be there forever. Well, forever just got a lot shorter than I expected. Elmo's Fire - "Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away and leaves behind only silence.