God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
~Thomas Campbell, "Hallowed Ground"
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Oh, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again.
~George Eliot, The Choir Invisible
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
A human life is a story told by God.
~Hans Christian Andersen
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
I knew a man who once said, "death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back."
~From the movie Gladiator
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
I see flowers
from the cottage where I lie.
~Yaitsu's death poem, 1807
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well used brings happy death.
~Leonardo da Vinci
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
~John Henry Newman
Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident - It is as common as life.
~Henry David Thoreau, 11 March 1842, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.
~Lou Reed, "Magic and Loss"
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night's dream.
Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.
~George Bernard Shaw
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
~Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
Now I know, is that first breath
Which our souls draw when we enter
Life, which is of all life center.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~From a headstone in Ireland
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~From the television show The Wonder Years