Life

Life

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The idea that all souls are mortal is the only notion surely terminating love and all its forms.

The idea that all souls are mortal is the only notion surely terminating love and all its forms.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In any case, this is how all our stories begin, in darkness with our eyes closed, and all our stories end the same way, too, with all of us uttering some last words—or perhaps someone else’s—before slipping back into darkness as our series of unfortunate events comes to an end.

In any case, this is how all our stories begin, in darkness with our eyes closed, and all our stories end the same way, too, with all of us uttering some last words—or perhaps someone else’s—before slipping back into darkness as our series of unfortunate events comes to an end.

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>

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some final resolution, some clear meaning, which it perhaps never finds.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some final resolution, some clear meaning, which it perhaps never finds.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Good thing I'm aging, otherwise I'd be dead.

Good thing I'm aging, otherwise I'd be dead.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

أحمق من يستسلم للموت طالما الحياة ممكنة

أحمق من يستسلم للموت طالما الحياة ممكنة

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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