“In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“Death had size an color and shape, texture and grace. There was something concrete to it. In that room, Death had come… — Téa Obreht Copy Share Image
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds! — James Shirley Copy Share Image
The I Ching tells us that for every ending there is a new beginning. In other words, what appears like a transition… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
