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The deep pain that is felt 

at the death of every friendly soul 

arises from the feeling that 

there is in every individual 

something which is inexpressible, 

peculiar to him alone, 

 and is, therefore, absolutely 

and irretrievably lost. 

~Arthur Schopenhauer

  God take my soul to that place, 

Where I can speak without words.

~Rumi

 

Unable are the loved to die

For love is immortality

~Emily Dickinson

There is no vocabulary for this,

the no-language of grief.

I can reveal what my brain thinks

but where are the words for 

this vague pain I feel?

-Irene Earis

The Baffling Dead