Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Children are the only form of immortality that we can be sure of.

Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

After all, at end of the day, when you're breathing your last, it's not your producer, director, or cast mates by your bedside; it's your children. Keep that in mind.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

I'm going to die one day. I know it's coming for me, too. I'll be a mountain, I'll be a stone on the beach. I'll be nourishment.

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

All I did was sit on the riverbank handing out river water. After I'm gone, I trust you will notice the river.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.

Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.

Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers. We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

There is nothing in nature that can't be taken as a sign of both mortality and invigoration.

‎"If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture--that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." E.Abbey

As ephemeral as our footprints were in the sand along the river, so also were those moments of childhood caught in the photographs. And so will be our family itself, our marriage, the children who enriched it and the love that has carried us through so much. All this will be gone. What we hope will remain are these pictures, telling our brief story.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.