Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity... — John Muir Copy Share Image
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share Image
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share Image
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life?… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“The Inevitable Tide by Stewart Stafford The inevitable tide comes, To claim every one of us, Whether sufficient breath of life, Is… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I that in heill was and gladnèss Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:- Timor Mortis conturbat me. Our… — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation. I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun. I have… — Tamara Rendell Copy Share Image
