death
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We're all dead the moment we're born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>