And then the sword came down like a flash of lightning, and then her head was off her body and the long rivalry between me and the other Boleyn girl was over.
Philippa GregoryStichwörter: death-and-dying
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
Elisabeth Kübler-RossStichwörter: peace death-and-dying
KARLI KAYIN ORMANINDA
...
En acayip gücümüzdür,
kahramanlıktır yaşamak:
Öleceğimizi bilip
öleceğimizi mutlak.
Memleket mi, daha uzak,
gençliğim mi, yıldızlar mı?
Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu,
ölümden öte köy var mı ?
...
Stichwörter: death-and-dying destiny
If you had one last breath - what would you say?
If you had one hour to use your limbs before you would lose the use of them forever - would you sit there on the coach?
If you knew that you wouldn't see tomorrow who would you make amends with?
If you knew you had only an hour left on this earth - what would be so pressing that you just had to do it, say it, or see it?
Well there is something that I can guarantee - that one day you will have one day, one hour and one breath left.
Just make sure that before that day that you have said, done and experienced everything that you dream of doing now.
Do it now - that is what today is for.
So pick up the phone and call an old friend that you have fallen out of touch with.
Get out and run a mile and use your body and sweat.
Seek out someone in your life to say your sorry to. Seek someone In your life that you need to thank. Seek someone in your life that you need to express your feelings of love to.
Then when that day comes you will be ok with it all.
Stichwörter: death-and-dying life-lessons saying-i-love-you saying-sorry
Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.
Ryan WinfieldStichwörter: death-and-dying butterfly caterpillar
One had heard and read a great deal about death, and even seen a little of it, and knew by heart the thousand commonplaces of religion and poetry which seemed to deaden one's senses and veil the horror. Society being immortal, could put on immortality at will. Adams being mortal, felt only the mortality. Death took features altogether new to him, in these rich and sensuous surroundings. Nature enjoyed it, played with it, the horror added to her charm, she liked the torture, and smothered her victim with caresses. Never had one seen her so winning. The hot Italian summer brooded outside, over the market-place and the picturesque peasants, and, in the singular color of the Tuscan atmosphere, the hills and vineyards of the Apennines seemed bursting with mid-summer blood. The sick-room itself glowed with the Italian joy of life; friends filled it; no harsh northern lights pierced the soft shadows; even the dying women shared the sense of the Italian summer, the soft, velvet air, the humor, the courage, the sensual fulness of Nature and man. She faced death, as women mostly do, bravely and even gaily, racked slowly to unconsciousness, but yielding only to violence, as a soldier sabred in battle. For many thousands of years, on these hills and plains, Nature had gone on sabring men and women with the same air of sensual pleasure.
Henry AdamsStichwörter: death-and-dying
There's death and life, you see. We all shine on. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. ...Somebody loves you.
Ben SherwoodStichwörter: life love death afterlife death-and-dying paranormal ben-sherwood
And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.
J. Lincoln FennStichwörter: death-and-dying funeral death-of-a-loved-one
Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.
J. Lincoln FennStichwörter: death-and-dying death-of-a-loved-one
He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.
Julian BarnesStichwörter: love death marriage death-and-dying illness arthur-conan-doyle death-of-a-loved-one
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