Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
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If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you read more
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
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.
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also read more
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to
them all.
