Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?

If you want to find dirt on me, wait until after I’m dead and buried.

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

...the dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors...

His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

And no child deserved to die for defending her father, no matter who she was

She wanted to know if I loved her, so I texted her a picture of a dead bird.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

- had a million things to do today; death would have to wait, -(The Tin Star)