We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
I leave my parents here behind
And all my friends to love resigned
'Tis grief to go, but death to stay
Farewell -- I'm gone with love away.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Mild is the slow necessity of death;
The tranquil spirit fails beneath its grasp,
Without a groan, almost without a fear,
Resigned in peace to the necessity;
Calm as a voyager to some distant land,
And full of wonder, full of hope as he.
Percy Bysshe Shelley