One day you will be the only one in the room not living.
In a sense, we are all crashing to our death from the top story of our birth ... and wondering with an immortal Alice at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles - no matte...
Death is the first and final entry in the book of this life.
Death is easy, living difficult.
...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t
The essence of death is discovered in the gap between one moment ceasing and another one beginning. That essence is the wakefulness that is our true nature.
Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action - solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no answers to find? How...
Warm summer sun, shine brightly here, Warm Southern wind, blow softly here, Green sod above, lie light, lie light, Good night, dear heart; good night, good night.
It's not that I am not moved by these things, that I don't them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished." - 140
The sky is but a looking glass into a pool of airless oceans, cast off into a dance of light and energy, leaving only a facet of guidance to navigate. Such an existence lays but within the mind man.
The ending shouldn't determine the meaning of anything, a story or a life. Logically, I don't think it can--didn't Heidegger say something to that effect? That the meaning of all our moments cannot be...
Death is the destroyer and giver of sense.
And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.
If you won't live for yourself than do it for me. If you don't want to live for me than choose something else. Anything is better than losing another person to that fake paradise that comes after deat...
The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death
Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having froz...
In the depths of his soul Ivan Ilyich knew that he was dying... he simply did not, he could not possibly understand it. The example of a syllogism he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic - Caius is a ma...
Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between
I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories
They say time heals all, But time is our only enemy; breathe deep and find strength to smile tonight, for the morning may never come
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