Grief makes one hour ten.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

Oh Mockingbird have you ever heard words that I've never heard.

We should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.

The world is afflicted by death and decay. But the wise do not grieve, having realized the nature of the world.

From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there's no grief - so how fear?