While fun is desirable, regret is quite the opposite.

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

Friends are the real superheroes. They battle our worst enemies—loneliness, grief, anxiety, depression, fear, and doubt—every time they come around.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go.

To pause and think about one’s actions, to consider the reasons and causes, to carefully weigh the consequences—this seems an unusual practice for humans. I cannot help but weep over the mountain of grief that might have been avoided if only individuals had paused to think.

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.

Raindrops fall from clouds of gray.The fragile flowers grow.Teardrops seem all I can say.They speak of endless woe.Your fingers wipe my grief away.A seed of love you sow.A hardened heart reverts to clay.You mold my love just so.

My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.