death

death

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are graced with a godlike ability to transcend time and space in our minds but are chained to death.

We are graced with a godlike ability to transcend time and space in our minds but are chained to death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs

Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away.

Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The thin line between life and death is still under construction.

The thin line between life and death is still under construction.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.

The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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