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1. When we miss one person, everywhere becomes deserted
2. What do you expect will become of me if I no longer hear your step, is it your life or mine that’s going, I don’t know
3. Let them take me or let them take my loved ones since all cemeteries one day end up as parks
4. Being is eternal, existence a passage, eternal memory will be its message
5. The book of life is the ultimate book, which we can neither close nor reopen at will; when we want to return to the page on which we love, the page on which we die is already between our fingers
6. For the hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth
7. There’ll always be someone missing to make my life smile: you
8. May your rest be as sweet as your heart was kind
9. His beauty, his youth smiled upon the world in which he would have lived. Then from his hands fell the book of which he has read not a word
10. Talking about you is making you exist, saying nothing would be forgetting you
11. Soothe his rest with your sweetest singing
12. Sleep, Nana, sleep, but may you still hear our childish laughter up there in highest Heaven
13. There’s something stronger than death, and that’s the presence of those absent in the memory of the living
14. The day someone loves you, the weather’s marvelous
15. Sweet butterfly, spread your lovely wings and go to his tomb to tell him I love him
16. We never meet people by chance. They are destined to cross our paths for a reason
17. I hear your voice in the world’s every sound
18. The dead leaves are shoveled away, the memories and regrets are, too
19. If a flower grew every time I thought of you, the earth would be one massive garden
20. If life is nothing but a passage, our memory will preserve your image
21. The darkness is never total; at the end of the path, there’s always an open window
22. Little flower of life. Your scent is eternal, even if humanity picked you too soon
23. If life is but a passage, let us at least scatter flowers on that passage
24. You must learn to be generous with your absence to those who haven’t understood the importance of your presence
25. A mother’s love is a treasure that God gives only once
26. Nothing opposes the night, nothing justifies it
27. A weak dawn spills across the fields the melancholy of setting suns
28. There’s no solitude that isn’t shared
29. The leaves fall, the seasons pass, only memory is eternal
30. Along this river where you loved to dream, the silvery fish slipped by so lightly, keep our memories, which can never die
31. We were two loving each other, Only I remain to grieve for you
32. My dear friends, when I die, plant a willow in the cemetery. I love its weeping foliage. Its paleness is sweet and dear to me, and its shadow will fall lightly upon the earth in which I sleep
33. Along with time, goes, everything goes, you forget the passions and you forget the voices, telling you quietly what pathetic folk say: don’t get in too late, above all, don’t catch cold
34. In our hearts you remain forever
35. Everything fades away, everything passes, except for memory
36. All those who knew you miss you and mourn you
37. I loved you, I love you, and I will love you
38. The memory of the happy days soothes the pain
39. The essential is invisible to the eyes
40. My grandmother taught me early on how to pick stars: at night, just place a basin of water in the middle of the courtyard, and you’ll have them at your feet
41. The earth conceals you, but my heart still sees you
42. Love is when you meet someone who gives you news about yourself
43. Like a flower crushed by the wind of the storm, death snatched him away in the spring of his life
44. Warbler, if you fly above this tomb, sing him your sweetest song
45. We think that death is an absence, when in fact it’s a secret presence
46. You’re no longer where you were, but you’re everywhere that I am
47. The darkness has to intensify for the first star to appear
48. Like a flight of swallows as winter approaches, Your soul flew away with no hope of return
49. These few flowers, in memory of times gone by
50. For me, it’s been years now, forever, that your dazzling smile has sustained the same rose with its glorious summer
51. Each day that passes weaves the invisible thread of your memory
52. Here lies my garden’s most beautiful flower
53. Don’t cry over my death. Celebrate my life
54. She hid her tears but shared her smiles
55. His life is a lovely memory. His absence a silent agony
56. Sweet are the memories that never fade
57. Fate followed its path but it never separated our hearts
58. It’s the words they didn’t say that make the dead so heavy in their coffins
59. It’s when the tree is lying down that one gets the measure of its stature
60. A memory never dies, it merely falls asleep
61. We know that you would be with us today if heaven weren’t so far away
62. I no longer dream, I no longer smoke, I no longer even have a history, I’m dirty without you, I’m ugly without you, I’m like an orphan in a dormitory
63. The absence of a father strengthens the memory of his presence
64. Sleep, Daddy, sleep, but may you still hear our childish laughter in highest Heaven
65. Just a little note to tell you we love you. Just a little note to ask you to help us overcome the great ordeals down here
66. The death of a mother is the first sorrow one weeps over without her
67. On the quicksand into which life has slipped grows a sweet flower my heart has picked
68. Of their love that’s bluer than the sky around them
69. Nothing can wilt it, nothing wither it, this charming flower is called memory
70. One day we will come to sit beside you in the house of God
71. Through the open window, together we looked at life, love, joy. We listened to the wind
72. Jesu, joy of man’s desiring. May the inventor of birds make a hero of me
73. No express train will take me towards bliss, No old banger reach it, no Concorde have your wingspan, no ship sail, except you
74. You’ll see my pen feathered with sunlight, snowing on the paper the archangel of awakening
75. I’m a stroller, I have “other side of the river” syndrome
76. The family isn’t destroyed, it changes. A part of it merely becomes invisible
77. It’s better to mourn you than not to have known you
78. There are so many fine things you don’t know about, the faith that brings down mountains, the white spring in your soul, think of it as you fall asleep, love is stronger than death
79. In the time linking heaven and earth, the finest of mysteries is hidden
80. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used, Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together
81. I’m not sure you’re inside of me, or that I am inside of you, or that I own you. I think we’re both inside of another being we have created called “us.”
82. Here lies my love
83. People have stars that aren’t the same. For those who travel, stars are guides, for others, they are nothing but little lights
84. Here we are today, at the edge of the void, Because we’re searching everywhere for the face we have lost
85. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow
86. We have come here in search, in search of something or someone. In search of that love that is stronger than death
87. No remorse. No regrets. A life fully lived
88. From where I am, I smile, because my life was good and, above all, I loved
89. We lived together in bliss. We rest together in peace
90. November is eternal, life is almost beautiful, memories are dead ends that we just keep turning over
91. And when, taking my burial mound for a pillow, A water nymph comes gently to doze, clad in the skimpiest of costumes, I apologize in advance to Jesus if my cross’s shadow falls over her a touch for a little posthumous happiness
92. Life is but an endless losing of all that one loves
93. We’re at the end of summer, the warmth of those evening return journeys, back in our apartments, life continuing as usual
94. Not a day goes by without us thinking of you
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Valérie Perrin
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