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 KÜBLER-ROSS
Death is the most beautiful adventure in life.
Charles Frohman
Death teaches us to live; it gives us a boundary to map our living within. Death’s hammer breaks through the mirror separating us from light.
David Meltzer
A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.
THOMAS MANN
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
Marcus Cicero
c 106-43 BC Great Roman Orator Politician
Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
Buddha
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.
Charles C. Colton
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! . . . Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
1900-1944 French Aviator Writer
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
George Eliot
1819-1880 British Novelist
Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Swiss-born American Psychiatrist
Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away.
Saying of Persian Origin
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
ALBERT PIKE
Kona Sunset, Big Island, Hawaii
The Curious Autodidact 
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