In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
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Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the read more
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
Love isn't who you can see yourself with, it's who you can't see yourself without.
Love isn't who you can see yourself with, it's who you can't see yourself without.
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.
Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.
Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
