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Quotes

"I did not attend his funeral; but I wrote a nice letter saying I approved of it. [About a politician who had recently died]" - Mark Twain

"Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief." - Mark Twain

"On a day of burial there is no perspective -- for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was -- to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain." - Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Men fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. -Francis Bacon

Fear not death, for the sooner we die the longer we shall be immortal. -Benjamin Franklin

For what is it to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? And when the Earth has claimed our limbs, then we shall truly dance. -Kahlil Gibran

Death is the most beautiful adventure in life. -Charles Frohman

If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend. - Stone Temple Pilots

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come. - Rabindranath Tagore

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

A man is not completely born until he is dead. -Benjamin Franklin

Is death the last sleep? No--it is the last and final awakening. - Sir Walter Scott.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. -Mark Twain

Death is simply a shedding of the physical body, like the butterfly coming out of a cocoon. It is a transition into a higher state of consciousness, where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, to be able to grow, and the only thing you lose is something you don't need anymore . . . your physical body. It's like putting away your winter coat when spring comes. -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come! -William Shakespeare

Poems


Do not stand at my grave and weep, by Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

I Only Wanted You, author unknown

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

All is well… , Author unknown

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow, laugh as we always
laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.


Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well…

Traditional Irish Blessing, by anonymous

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

A Stone I died, by J.Rumi

A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

Poem for funeral, by Sri Chinmoy

"Life is a journey.
Death is the continuation of the journey.
Heaven is a temporary rest.
For the commencement and fulfillment
Of a new life, a new hope
And a new promise"

A Bridge Called Love, author unknown

It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days,
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.

And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.

There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.

My Secret and Sacred Bird, by Sri Chinmoy

My secret and sacred bird now flies
To meet the Spirit's vacancy.
All chaos of life today dissolved;
In me a surge of ecstasy.

Gold flames within my longing heart
Invoke the cosmos' Parent-Sun.
A tapestry of Truth unseen
Bursts forth within; the Play is begun.

Death is at once, by Sri Chinmoy

Death is at once
The end of the body's
Old journey
And the beginning of the soul's
New journey.


A gardener’s last wish, by Joyce Fothergill

Don’t carry me off in a brass-handled coffin
With a wreath on my chest I won’t be ‘at rest’

There’s nothing much worse than a ride in a hearse
To a hole in the ground with just strangers around

No! bury me deep in the compost heap
Or pop me right under a nice floribunda

Its really much wiser to become fertilizer
Then I can grow roses as I decomposes.

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, by Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

On Death, by Khalil Gibran

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said: You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Poems for Loss of a Loved One, by Sri Chinmoy

Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The soul is the guide.

---

I know I will love death.
Why?
Because death too
Is God's creation
And because death reminds me
Of the existence of her sister:
Infinity's Life immortal.

---

The body has death, but not the soul.
The body sleeps, the soul flies.
The soul-stirring words on death and the soul in this chapter of the Gita, let us recollect.

"Even as man discards old clothes for the new ones, so the dweller in the body, the soul,
leaving aside the worn-out bodies, enters into new bodies.
The soul migrates from body to body.
Weapons cannot cleave it, nor fire consume it, nor water drench it, nor wind dry it.
This is the soul and this is what is meant by the existence of the soul.

Verses

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" (John 11:25-26)

So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body (1 Corinthians 15:42-44).

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him"—but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit (1 Corinthians 2:9-10).

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away (Revelation 21:4).

But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. (Luke 18:16)

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