everybody mourns in her own way.”Helen mourned her sister deeply. She arrived each day with shopping bags. Her cake was tender with sliced apples, but her almond cookies crumbled at the touch. Her pecan bars...

Oh! Death! You are the savior of life.You are the shelter of life.You are the destination of life.You are the beginning and the end of life.You are the center of the circle of life.

Death is not the end of life but the beginning of eternal life.

Death is the final destination of every man.

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

After all these years, his best friend is malaria.Even on the brink of an Alaska summer, it comes calling: a bone-deep chill one night, a ministry of sweat the next. Calling him back to old...

Life is but a breath. The end of life is the last breath of a man.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.