Our culture's quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the words of Crazy Horse, "Today is a good day to die.
Richard Paul EvansStichwörter: death culture dying crazy-horse
This life, so thrift and vague, nothing, but toil and worries, dread, and casts our souls into eternal journey of no return
Michael Bassey JohnsonStichwörter: life spiritual death
And if you ever find someone you really love, hold onto them with everything you got. Hold onto them until they're gone. And if they ever are gone, let them go. Don't forget them, but let them go.
K. Martin BecknerThus, death begets death; evil begets evil.
Lloyd AlexanderOh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual coming of death. As people describe love. To note every symptom of failure: but why failure? To treat age as an experience that is different from the others; and to detect every one of the gradual stages towards death which is a tremendous experience, an not as unconscious, at least in its approaches, as death is.
Virginia WoolfStichwörter: death
Death has no wit
Akinwale Musa OluseunStichwörter: death
She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.
David LevithanStichwörter: love death sad love-hurts
How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.
Jodi PicoultStichwörter: love loss sadness death sad grief
If you Have ever Fainted, You Are a stranger in the land of the dead!
Antoni OmeiheStichwörter: humor death stranger
Ah, this delicious night air,' she said, luxuriously sniffing in the coolness. 'Night air and gardening are the great tonics. There is nothing so stimulating as bare contact with rich mother earth. You are never so fresh as when you have been grubbing in the soil - black hands, black nails, and boots covered with mud.' She gave her great jovial laugh.
'I'm a glutton for air and earth,' she said. 'Positively I look forward to death, for then I shall be buried and have the kind earth all round me. No leaden caskets for me - I have given explicit directions. But what shall I do about air? Well, I suppose one can't have everything.'
("Mrs. Amworth")
Stichwörter: death night burial vampire garden-gardening night-air
« erste vorherige
Seite 410 von 457.
nächste letzte »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.