Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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