I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born when we die - although it is the tragic fate of most individuals to die before they are born. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,he’d keep on gazing at mewith a look that reserved for me aloneall his sweet and shaggy life,always near me, never troubling me,and asking nothing. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>