Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches read more

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes read more

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,or you can be full of the love you shared.You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.You can remember her only that she is gone,or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.Or you can do what she'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.