death

death

My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and all men would be equally brave.

My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and all men would be equally brave.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.

Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise.

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces so—We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—And crush our pretty play—And so we move as farAs Enemies—away—Just looking round to see how farIt is—Occasionally—

We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces so—We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—And crush our pretty play—And so we move as farAs Enemies—away—Just looking round to see how farIt is—Occasionally—

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.

If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave.

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Time erodes us all.

Time erodes us all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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