Her lips were red, her looks were free

  • “But your dead will live; their bodies will rise.
    You who dwell in the dust, wake up and shout for joy.
    Your dew is like the dew of the morning;
    the earth will give birth to her dead.” Isaiah
  • “Her lips were red, her looks were free,
    Her locks were yellow as gold :
    Her skin was as white as leprosy,
    The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
    Who thicks man’s blood with cold.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • “Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.” – Elisabeth Kuebler-Ross
  • “Men fear death as children fear to go into the dark; and as that
    natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.” – Francis Bacon