We pass now quickly from each other's sight; but I know full well that where beyond these passing scenes you shall be, there will be Heaven.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There are glimpses of heaven to us in every act, or thought, or word, that raises us above ourselves.
We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance to those who belong there. Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
Heaven is what we spend our lives trying to find.
I'm going to Heaven just like the thief on the cross who said in that last moment: 'Lord, remember me.'
We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
Everything that we have gone through, are going through, and will go through is there in Shakespeare. It is all of human life.
Keeping our eyes on journey's end is what we need - the place where we see at last the world that is greater than the world, the new creation that cannot be contained in present thought or social order or piety.
I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.