Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens, but out of fear that it will never close
Tis only when faced with our own mortality that we truly realize what it means to be alive,
His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.
I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
Mama, I love you and miss you so very much. The absence of of your physical presence propels me further into understanding the spirit. I am inspired to be aware and mindful of everything around me bec...
Live joyfully this life. Once gone, who knows if we ever get it back. Atheists think we do not. Mystics say you will. Either way, chill.
Till the time Mother Nature takes away what she had bestowed upon us for free - this wonderful gift, of life. Value it, while you have it.
It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.
Anything man can make, man can destroy.
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and wou...
An African who loses the ability to die with dignity is a lost man.
When you loose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.
Many African societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are t...
Top question of the dying: "What made me sick?
Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive.
The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Im dying everydayMy breakfast are cigarettes and coffeeMy lunch is depressionMy snacks are regretsMy dinner are memories and angerMy night is non stoping tearsSleep is my deathWaking up the next day a...
Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them b...
Death occurs in unexpected times.
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