From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.

Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.

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

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

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more

He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.

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.

The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after read more

The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a read more

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

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."