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How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has read more
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people read more
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
