death

death

In the midst of life, we are in death.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

So, what do you do when you know you have two days to live? Eat an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake all by myself. Reread my favorite novel. Buy eight dozen roses from the best florist in town--the super expensive ones, the ones that smell like roses rather than merely looking like them--and put them all over my apartment. Take a good long look at everyone I love.

So, what do you do when you know you have two days to live? Eat an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake all by myself. Reread my favorite novel. Buy eight dozen roses from the best florist in town--the super expensive ones, the ones that smell like roses rather than merely looking like them--and put them all over my apartment. Take a good long look at everyone I love.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Time moves on for us, for you it stands still. You will be forever ageless as we grow old, your smile will never wrinkle, nor will that shine in your eyes fade..

Time moves on for us, for you it stands still. You will be forever ageless as we grow old, your smile will never wrinkle, nor will that shine in your eyes fade..

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,' Piglet replied.'You mean to die?' asked Pooh.'Yes and no,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on.

How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,' Piglet replied.'You mean to die?' asked Pooh.'Yes and no,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

John Lennon said life was what happened while you made other plans. So was death.

John Lennon said life was what happened while you made other plans. So was death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you." - Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier

There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you." - Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives

We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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