I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is read more

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

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.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.