“Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together.” — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I swear I will never mention love or death inside a house, And I swear I never will translate myself at all,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Tenderly, be not impatient, (Strong is your hold O mortal flesh, Strong is your hold O love.)” — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots, — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death; And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast all that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“But I am not the sea nor the red sun, I am not the wind with girlish laughter, Not the immense wind… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense…… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me… And as to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“And I say to mankind, be not curious about god, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present—and can be none in the future; And I will show… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Henceforth let no man of us lie, for we have seen that openness wins the inner and outer world and that there… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Gliding o’er all, through all,Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
![“A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense… [T]he wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top…” quote by Walt Whitman](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/350/walt-whitman-265_bark_a-murmuring-fateful-giant-voice-out-of-t_1094512.png)
