William Penn on Death

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas;
they live in one another still. For the must need be present,
the love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face;
and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die,
yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense,
ever present,
because immortal

from More Fruits of Solitude - Quoted in J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

*i miss your touch, to think that you used to be my only friend. an encounter with you is but a feast with a lover*