It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us...
„Ако сълзите могат да изплатят нашите грехове, бих плакал, за да купя опрощение за всички твои мъки в бъдещия ти живот, ако можех сега да изплача всичко вместо теб, бих плакал, докато изтекат очите ми...
The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.
There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all o...
When family gathers around for a dying loved one, I have realised, that it probably does more good for the living, than for the dying. Sometimes, death can bring the living together, and death can cau...
Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?
I destroyed that doll, hoping the sacrifice would somehow reverse time and bring my father back. I was a mad scientist and an angry child.
I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I ente...
Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
One day you will be the only one in the room not living.
And now the birds were singing overhead, and there was a soft rustling in the undergrowth, and all the sounds of the forest that showed that life was still being lived blended with the souls of the de...
What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephe...
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.
I am lost in the paradigm of life, death and time. The only thing I have learnt about this paradigm is that the time is running between life and death and with every passing day we are getting closer...
Nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother's machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a light and leavi...
But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.
Our atheist thoughts go out to his family following their loss.
Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn’t bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable...
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