Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it--it, the physical act.I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I was with a friend of mine recently who was dying and while he was lying there with his family around his bed, I just knew that was it, that was the best you can hope for in life - to have your family and the people who love you around you at the end. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
