He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
So that he seemed not to relinquish life, but to leave one home for another.
The living is a species of the dead; and not a very attractive one.
one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was
Buffalo Bill's defunct
To die at the command of another is to die twice.
I do so hate to leave this world.
Children and old people and the parents in between should be able to live together, in order to learn how to die with grace, together. And I fear that this is purely utopian fantasy.
It is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings.
The moment in which the spirit meets death is perhaps like the moment in which it is embraced in sleep. I suppose it never happened to any one to be conscious of the immediate transition from the waking to the sleeping state.
It is abundantly evident that, however natural it may be for us to feel sorrow at the death of our relatives, that sorrow is an error and an evil, and we ought to overcome it. There is no need to sorrow for them, for they have passed into a far wider and happier life. If we sorrow for our own fancied separation from them, we are in the first place weeping over an illusion, for in truth they are not separated from us; and secondly, we are acting selfishly, because we are thinking more of our own apparent loss than of their great and real gain.
The attitude of mourning is a faithless attitude, an ignorant attitude. The more we know, the more fully we shall trust, for we shall feel with utter certainty that we and our dead are alike in the hands of perfect Power and perfect Wisdom, directed by perfect Love.
Death, whether it regards ourselves or others, appears less terrible in war than at home. The cries of women and children, friends in anguish, a dark room, dim tapers, priests and physicians, are what affect us the most on the death-bed. Behold us already more than half dead and buried.
Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
Death is not the worst sorrow.
O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave, The wise expect, the sorrowful invite, And all the good embrace, who know the grave A short dark passage to eternal light.
It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.
I am not in the least surprised that your impression of death becomes more lively, in proportion as age and infirmity bring it nearer. God makes use of this rough trial to undeceive us in respect to our courage, to make us feel our weakness, and to keep us in all humility in His hands.
There were some who said that a man at the point of death was more free than all others, because death breaks every bond, and over the dead the united world has no power.
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me
Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.
The ego is frightened by death, because ego is part of the incarnation and ends with it. That is why we learn to identify with our soul, as the soul continues after death. For the soul, death is just another moment.
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Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.
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