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In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.
Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.
There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the read more
There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his read more
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you read more
It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still time.
(7:3).
Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.
Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.
There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the read more
There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
