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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.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, read more
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back read more
Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back to her.. the soul is
deathless).
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
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.
