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