Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. Unknown
Those we love donít go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near; still loved, still missed and very dear. Anonymous
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. John Milton quotes
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But thereís a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see. Helen Keller
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. William Shakespeare .