I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, She is gone.… — Henry Scott Holland 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
“Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to… — Henry Scott Holland 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
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly… — 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
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching… — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share Image
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we… — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share Image
