death

death

We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.

We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation.

Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. "You experience something similar every day," he said softly. "It is as familiar to you as bread and butter." "Yes," I said. "It is like every night when I fall asleep." "No. It is like every morning when you wake up.

Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. "You experience something similar every day," he said softly. "It is as familiar to you as bread and butter." "Yes," I said. "It is like every night when I fall asleep." "No. It is like every morning when you wake up.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Not only had my brother disappeared, but--and bear with me here--a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but--and bear with me here--a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Nothing remains forever, only thing that remain forever is romantically stupid word forever.

Nothing remains forever, only thing that remain forever is romantically stupid word forever.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

This is what youth must figure out:Girls, love, and living.The having, the not having,The spending and giving,And the meloncholy time of not knowing.This is what age must learn about:The ABC of dying.The going, yet not going,The loving and leaving,And the unbearable knowing and knowing

This is what youth must figure out:Girls, love, and living.The having, the not having,The spending and giving,And the meloncholy time of not knowing.This is what age must learn about:The ABC of dying.The going, yet not going,The loving and leaving,And the unbearable knowing and knowing

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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