Nothing but a finish to a performance we call Life.
Whether we were praised for our performance or criticised
for it depends on how well we played our part.
A Cemetery Is
Lives are comemorated,
deaths are recorded, families are reunited,
memories are made tangible,
and love is undisguised;
This is a cemetery.
families bestow reverence,
historians seek information and our heritage is thereby
pride and remembrance are cast in bronze to pay warm
tribute to accomplishments and life, not the death of a
The cemetery is homeland for memorials that are a
sustaining source of comfort to the living.
A cemetery is a history
a perpetual record of yesterday
and a sanctuary of peace and quiet today.
A cemetery exists
because every life is worth loving and remembering
Do not stand by 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 Autum rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
One Little Rose
I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I've bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a basketfull when I'm dead.
Bright must Heaven now be,
Since her birth into it'
Sleeps but rests not
Loved but was loved not
Tried to please, but pleased not
Died as she lived, alone
When you are told that
I am dead, do not believe it.
Walk among the trees and I will speak to you.
In the soft, mystery song of the wind;
Touch a leaf sprinkled with sunshine and you will be
Pick up a smooth, worn stone and throw it into the sea,
That will help you to understand that I am not dead;
Whether I am in your hand or in the sea,
I am a child of the changing earth, changed and free.
To he who passes by, as
you are, so once was I;
As I am, thou shalt be,
So prepare thyself to follow me.
When someone dies
then your depressed
For they were alive
Now they're at rest
But when one dies
you shouldn't mourn
for when God takes
another is born.
When the loved one dies
you feel all pain
the last time is vivid
those times will never be again.
His spirit smiles
from that bright shore,
and softly whispers,
weep no more
Through the valley of
death her feet have trod she reigns in glory now
What we keep in memory
is ours unchanged forever
She forgot herself for
those she loved, but God remembers
God gave, He took, He
will restore. He doeth all things well.
He has left us a most
Rest is thine and sweet
Those who knew him
most, loved him best.
He left his home in
He looked so young and brave
We little thought how soon he'd be
Laid in a soliders grave.
No Star is ever lost
Until the day break and the shadows flee away
To live in hearts of
others is not to die
Life is but a brief
candle by therefore soon to make the best out of it ~~The
For we know tht life is a journey on which we all find
joy Heaven is our Heritage, Earth but a player's stage.
Warm summer sun, shine
Warm southern wind, blow softly here;
Green sod above, lie light, lie light.-
Good-night, dear heart, good-night.
Beneath this stone and
not above it,
Lie the remains of Anna Lovett
Be pleased good reader not to shove it
Lest she come again above it.
For twixt you and I no one does covet
To see again this Anna Lovett
"Here I lie snug
As a bug - in- a rug"
and in the adjoing
"Here I lie
Than that other bugger"
"But that the
dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?"
"Let the world
slide, let the world go;
A fig for care, and a fig for woe!
If I can't pay, why I can owe,
And death makes equal the high and low."
"'T is strange
that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest."
"And nothing can
we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings."
"Cowards die many
times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once."
"I know death hath
ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exit."
"A person doesn't
die when he should but when he can."
Gabriel García Márquez
"Death is the king
of this world: 'tis his park
Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain
Are music for his banquet."
"And I looked, and
behold a pale horse:
and his name that sat on him was Death."
"Since the day of
my birth, my death began its walk.
It is walking toward me, without hurrying."
"I feel no pain
dear mother now,
But oh, I am so dry!
O take me to a brewery
And leave me there to die."
Anonymous (19th century)
"Death is a
The Spirit and the Dust."
upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave."
"Time flies, death
urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens."
"Lovely in death
the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love."
"While man is
growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun."
"But I will be,
A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a lovers bed."
"The world is the
mirror of myself dying."
"And I will show
that nothing can happen more beautiful than death."
"And what the dead
had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of
"It costs me never
a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
'Aha, my little dear,' I say,
'Your clan will pay me back one day.'"
"One owes respect
to the Living.
To the Dead, one owes only Truth."
"This suspence is
I hope it lasts."
Those little slices of Death
How I loathe them."
Edgar Allen Poe
"I'm so happy
dancing while the grim reaper
cuts, cuts, cuts, but he can't get me.
I'm as clever as can be, and I'm very quick but don't
we've only got so many tricks.
no one lives forever."
"It's not that I'm
afraid to die.
I just don't want to be there when it happens."
"One should die
proudly when it is no longer possible to live
"Life does not
cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases
to be serious when people laugh."
George Bernard Shaw
"Death is one of
the few things that can be done as easily as lying down.
The difference between
sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and
no one is going to make fun of you." Woody Allen
"When one man
dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book,
but translated into a better language."
"But your dead
will live; their bodies will rise.
You who dwell in the dust, wake up and shout for joy.
Your dew is like the dew of the morning;
the earth will give birth to her dead."
"Her lips were
red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold :
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
peaceful death of a human being
reminds us of a falling star;
one of a million lights in a vast sky
that flares up for a brief moment
only to disappear into the endless night forever."
"Men fear death as
children fear to go into the dark; and as that natural
fear in children is increased with tales, so is the
"Truth sits upon
the lips of dying men."
"A dying man needs
to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep,
and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as
useless, to resist." Steward Alsop
"The words of a
dead man are modified in the guts of the living."
W. H. Auden
"I do not believe
that any man fears to be dead,
but only the stroke of death."
"When one by one
our ties are torn,
and friend from friend is snatched forlorn;
When man is left alone to mourn,
oh! then how sweet it is to die!"
Anna Letitia Barabauld
waits. The door of the hearse is never closed."
"Death is as sure
for that which is born,
as birth is for that which is dead.
Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable."
"I'd rather die
while I'm living then live while I'm dead."
"Men are never
really willing to die except for the sake of freedom:
therefore they do not believe in dying completely."
"Woe, woe, woe...
in a little while we shall all be dead.
Therefore let us behave as though we were dead
"While I thought
that I was learning how to live,
I have been learning how to die."
Leonardo Da Vinci
"A dead atheist is
someone who is
all dressed up with no place to go."
"The death of
what's dead is the birth of what's living."
"Pale death with
an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and
the palaces of king."
"Death is feared
as birth is forgotten."
"We are all dead
men on leave."
"Death is a
displaced name for a linguistic predicament."
Paul De Man
WELL its very hard for
me to end this page on death without these lines from
certain rock lyrics.
So here goes......
Never to old to Rock 'n
Never to young to Die
Six feet under & I
Don't even care
Gonna live when I'm alive & Sleep when I'm Dead
Roll me over & lay my bones to rest.
gonna live when I'm alive Sleep when.........
Carved upon my Stone
My body lies but still I roam