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.
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The sole equality on earth is death.
The sole equality on earth is death.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
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.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes read more
You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,or you can be full of the love you shared.You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.You can remember her only that she is gone,or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.Or you can do what she'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death read more
We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death into the world.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
