The young open the paper to forget about life by reading the funny strips. The old do it to forget about death by reading other people's obits. My advice: don't open the paper and go on with your life. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don't we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries we rail against you. We see you in every drop of blood in every tear. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want.""What do we want?" I asked blurrily."Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted.""What was that?"He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
...In the end, there's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore. And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it's served. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Everything worthwhile ends. We are in the perpetual process now: creation, maturation, cessation. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing -GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord?HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When it comes, you’ll be dreamingthat you don’t need to breathe;that breathless silence isthe music of the darkand it’s part of the rhythmto vanish like a spark. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
