Ageing. We laugh about it, and we groan about it. We resist it, but we cant't stop it. And with the chuckles and wrinkles come serious thoughts and questions about what happens when we die. Is death when we go to sleep? Or is death when we finally wake up?

Your goal is not to live long, it's to live.

No life is too short or too long. You will live your prescribed number of days. You might change the quality of your days but not the quantity.

He, at this very moment, issues invitations by the millions. He whispers through the kindness of a grandparent, shouts through the tempest of a tsunami. Through the funeral he cautions, "Life is fragile." Through a sickness he reminds, "Days are numbered." God may speak through nature or nurture, majesty or mishap. But through all and to all he invites: "Come, enjoy me forever.

In God's plan every life is long enough and every death is timely. And though you and I might wish for a longer life, God knows better. And—this is important—though you and I may wish a longer life for our loved ones, they don't. Ironically, the first to accept God's decision of death is the one who dies.

We spend precious hours fearing the inevitable. It would be wise to use that time adoring our families, cherishing our friends and living our lives.

I don't know how much longer I'll be around. I'll probably be writing when the Lord says, 'Maya, Maya Angelou, it's time.

Since life is our most precious gift And since it is given to us to live but once, Let us so live that we will not regret

Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence.

Adults had lost the wisdom from the surface of their faces. I reasoned that I had given up some youth for knowledge, but my gain was more valuable than the loss.

The only thing you own is your story. Make sure it's a good one.

La esencia se escapa, pero su aura permanece