Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
No matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Death, my son, is a good thing for all men; it is the night for this worried day that we call life. It is in the sleep of death that finds rest for eternity the sickness, pain, desperation, and the fears that agitate, without end, we unhappy living souls. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Do you wanna play? Everyone's dead, so I got bored. Did you come to play with me?--Wrath Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
In my kind of falling, there’s no landing. There’s only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you’re falling, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,The gap in the great constellation,The place where a star used to be Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
