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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).
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.
One who rushes madly after inordinate desire, runs the risk of encountering destruction and death.
One who rushes madly after inordinate desire, runs the risk of encountering destruction and death.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his read more
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
