We ourselves can die with comfort and even with joy if we know that death is but a passport to blessedness, that this intellect, freed from all material chains, shall rise and shine.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
May we treasure the divine gift of communication, and may we use it wisely to build and to assist others on this marvelous journey through mortality.
Not even death can take us from the eternal blessings promised by a loving Heavenly Father.
Today we bury his remains in the earth as a seed of immortality. Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time of joyful hope and profound gratitude.
When we say yes to the grace of God, we are learning how to die.
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.