Like dew drops on a lotus leaf I vanish.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when…

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

— Christina Rossetti

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even…

— Khalil Gibran

“I that in heill was and gladnèss Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:- Timor Mortis conturbat me. Our plesance here…

— William Dunbar

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

— Tecumseh

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

— Tecumseh

When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars…

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

— Matsuo Basho

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity...

— John Muir

Listen with your heart, you will understand.

— Pocahontas

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

— Khalil Gibran

“I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation. I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun. I have folded my…

— Tamara Rendell

Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.

— Henry Scott Holland

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

— Henry Scott Holland