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 each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity… — Henry Scott Holland Copy Share
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
