People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity. ~Seneca
The garment he wore, as a covering,
While he lived on the earth plane, here,
With love and reverence was laid away,
As you grieved at his earthly bier.
He is freed, my dear friend, from all sorrow,
From all disappointments and pain;
And he wants you to know that he’s living
And comes to you, time and again.
You cannot see him, as yet, it is true,
Nor hear the voice that was so dear;
But cannot you feel his presence, so close,
And know that your loved one is near?!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “To One In Sorrow” (1940s)
There’s a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out. ~Lou Reed, “Magic and Loss”
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. ~Edvard Munch
Now I know, is that first breath
Which our souls draw when we enter
Life, which is of all life center.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~William Penn
On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death. Instead of the sympathy, the friendly union, of life and death so apparent in Nature, we are taught that death is an accident, a deplorable punishment for the oldest sin, the arch-enemy of life, etc…. But let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory for, for it never fights. All is divine harmony. ~John Muir (1838–1914), A Thousand-Mile Walk To the Gulf
Just a thin veil, between this world
And that world of beauty and love,
Just a thin veil that hides the view
Of our Spirit loved ones above!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “Just a Thin Veil” (1940s)
All say, “How hard it is that we have to die” – a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~Mark Twain
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Someday I’ll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night’s dream.
A human life is a story told by God. ~Hans Christian Andersen
I knew a man who once said, “death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back.” ~From the movie Gladiator
Oh, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again.
~George Eliot, The Choir Invisible
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. ~J.K. Rowling
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
There’s nothing that death is e’er able to do
But sever the cord that binds body to you…
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “We Do Not Grow Old” (1940s)
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. ~Robert Ingersoll
God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~Author Unknown
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
~Thomas Campbell, “Hallowed Ground”
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well used brings happy death. ~Leonardo da Vinci
Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in. ~George Bernard Shaw
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
~John Henry Newman
We never bury the dead, son. We take them with us. It’s the price of living. ~Mark Goffman and Jose Molina, Sleepy Hollow, “The Golem” (season 1, episode 10), original airdate 2013 December 9th, spoken by the character Henry Parrish
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
I see flowers
from the cottage where I lie.
~Yaitsu’s death poem, 1807
Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident – It is as common as life. ~Henry David Thoreau, 11 March 1842, letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? ~Kahlil Gibran, from “The Prophet”