...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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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.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with read more
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
At least when you are dead you will know what silence truly sounds like.
At least when you are dead you will know what silence truly sounds like.
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.
In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.
Suicide would be my way of telling God that I quit.
Suicide would be my way of telling God that I quit.
Whoever rewards evil for good, evil will not depart from their house.
Whoever rewards evil for good, evil will not depart from their house.
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.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
