death

death

Gone, but only until we get there

Gone, but only until we get there

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'm not afraid of being dead. I'm just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.

I'm not afraid of being dead. I'm just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance; it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral.

The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance; it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When God issues a call to us, it is always a holy call. The vocation of dying is a sacred vocation. To understand that is one of the most important lessons a Christian can ever learn. When the summons comes, we can respond in many ways. We can become angry, bitter or terrified. But if we see it as a call from God and not a threat from Satan, we are far more prepared to cope with its difficulties.

When God issues a call to us, it is always a holy call. The vocation of dying is a sacred vocation. To understand that is one of the most important lessons a Christian can ever learn. When the summons comes, we can respond in many ways. We can become angry, bitter or terrified. But if we see it as a call from God and not a threat from Satan, we are far more prepared to cope with its difficulties.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ever peaceful be you slumberThough your days were few in numberOn this earth-spite took its toll-Yet shall heaven have your soulWith pure love we did regard youFor your loved one did we guard youBut you came not to the groomOnly to a chill dark tomb

Ever peaceful be you slumberThough your days were few in numberOn this earth-spite took its toll-Yet shall heaven have your soulWith pure love we did regard youFor your loved one did we guard youBut you came not to the groomOnly to a chill dark tomb

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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