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Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed -- come to me when I too am on my death bed.' 'Allowed!' she said. 'Heaven would have a job to hold me; and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.

Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed -- come to me when I too am on my death bed.' 'Allowed!' she said. 'Heaven would have a job to hold me; and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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>

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

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>

Heaven is a place where all the dogs you've ever loved come to greet you.

Heaven is a place where all the dogs you've ever loved come to greet you.

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>

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>

Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.

Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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