There is no death, only a change of worlds.
—
CHIEF SEATTLE’S 1854 ORATION
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another. — Anatole France
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another. — Anatole France
(via trampled-rose)
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
— William Wordsworth
The great secret of death, and perhaps its deepest connection with us, is this:
that, in taking from us a being we have loved and venerated,
death does not wound us without, at the same time,
lifting us toward a more perfect understanding of this being and of ourselves. —
that, in taking from us a being we have loved and venerated,
death does not wound us without, at the same time,
lifting us toward a more perfect understanding of this being and of ourselves. —
Rainer Maria Rilke, a German poet, 1875-192
Letter to Countess Margot Sizzo-Noris-Crouty, January 23, 1924
