...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 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
I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there
There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.
It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.
Opium makes you quick-witted - perhaps only because it calms the nerves and stills the emotions. Nothing, not even death, seems so important.
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and buying a loaf of bread.
It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.
The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty...I never want to feel it again.
They say that when a man is going to drown, when he finally gives up the struggle - it's sort of blissful, for a moment. And then he drowns.
(I didn’t tell him that thediagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)
Popularity is like a girl in class that you can't ignore. She give you eyes when no one looks then turns to her friends and laughs some more.
Chip, she’s gone,” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone
We never actively remember death,' Odenigbo said. The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die.
I feel like a little tug in a great storm. But I'm fastened to a great ship on ahead. It's going into port and can't lose it's way.