Death Poems Quotes

Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

Listen with your heart, you will understand.

Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

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.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it 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 mountaintop,then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shal claim your limbs,then shall you truly dance.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath 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 sea are one. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

Death cannot kill what never dies.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

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

A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.