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Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs read more
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Those who focused on
the shock of shards
as the phoenix bird
burst from his shell
nearly missed the sight
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Those who focused on
the shock of shards
as the phoenix bird
burst from his shell
nearly missed the sight
of his wondrous maiden flight
as he soared up and away
and out of sight.
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
