I'd like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it's quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. The wounds they leave behind may smart, but they don't fester. Melancholy and pain trickle out instead of blood. When the notes cease, all is peaceful within me again. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Death is the true inspiring genius, or the muse of philosophy, wherefore Socrates has defined the latter as θανάτου μελέτη. Indeed without death men would scarcely philosophise. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,And all their ministers attend on him. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>