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The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the read more
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is read more
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
