...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.
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When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live you life in a manner so that when you read more
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Live you life in a manner so that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.
There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.
There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.
Natural forces within us are the true healers of disease.
Natural forces within us are the true healers of disease.
No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the read more
No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.
Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.
In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.
In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.
But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.
