Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.

I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.

I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.