death

death

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.

Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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