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Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at read more
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.
It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
