His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Losing a mate to death is devastating but it's not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it's an insult beyond comparison. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life - that Death would come and end everything, so that it was useless to begin anything, and that there was no help for it, Yes it was terrible but true Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I won't be sad too often,If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Die, die we all pass away, But don't wear a frown coz it's really okay,And you might try to hide, And you might try to pray,But we all end up remains of the day. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>