The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
Simone de Beauvoir