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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.
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.
In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative read more
In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
My situation is a solemn one. Life is offered to me on condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better read more
My situation is a solemn one. Life is offered to me on condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better than cannibalism. My will contains directions for my funeral, which will be followed not by mourning coaches, but by oxen, sheep, flocks of poultry, and a small traveling aquarium of live fish, all wearing white scarf's in honor of the man who perished rather than eat his fellow creatures.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
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.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
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.
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.
