When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I exist here, now. I'm not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exaggerate a little, I have no faith that I will still exist tomorrow or the day after. What is more, I absolutely detest retrospection. That dislike is balances only by my desire to make my way back home as quickly as possible. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
এ ভুবনে ডুবল যে চাঁদ সে ভুবনে উঠল কি তা?হেথায় সাঁঝে ঝরল যে ফুল হোথায় প্রাতে ফুটল কি তা?এ জীবনের কান্না যত― হয় কি হাসি সে ভুবনে?হায়! জীবন এত ছোট কেনে?এ ভুবনে? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>