LXXIX
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes.
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more.
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else.
to continue to flourish, full-flowered.
So that you can reach everything my love directs you to.
So that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
Mots clés love poetry inspiration loss death dying love-and-loss
No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.
Cassandra ClareMots clés death mortality dying cassandra-clare the-infernal-devices clockwork-princess brb-crying i-can-t-even omg-my-feels
It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Stephen KingMots clés living choices dying
Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying?"
"I don't know. I've never done either.
Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.
Paulo CoelhoMaybe you had to be dying to finally get to do what you wanted.
I fidgeted around with the puzzle pieces for a while longer, but I wasn't lucky. Nothing seemed to fit without a whole lot of work.
Then I had this thought: What if it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough?
Mots clés choices dying philosophy-of-life
Die. Do you think I will? I suppose I must...I exist now, and everything that exists must end, one day. I wonder how I will die, and what it will be like. It will be most interesting, don't you think? [...] Yes. Yes, I think it will," said the wolf. "I look forward to it. On the whole, I think it is a very strange and terrifying thing, to exist. I really don't understand how you do it. Tell me - how do you deal with the fear?
"The fear?" asked George.
"Yes. That fear that comes from the feeling that there is you, and then there is...everything else. That you are trapped inside of yourself, a tiny dot insignificant in the face of every everything that could ever be. How do you manage that?"
George considered how to answer. "I...guess we just never think about it."
"Never think about it!" cried the wolf. "How can you not think about it when it confronts you at every moment? You are lost amid a wide, dark sea, with no shores in sight, and you all so rarely panic! Some days I can barely function, so how on earth can you never think about it?"
"Well, I...suppose we distract ourselves," said George.
"But with what?".
"I don't know. With all kinds of things.
Mots clés existence death dying
You were right to come to see a dying man. It is right that these moments should have witnesses. Everyone has his dream; I would like to live till dawn, but I know I have less than three hours left. It will be night, but no matter. Dying is simple. It does not take daylight. So be it: I will die by starlight
Victor HugoMots clés simple starlight dying
That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...
Philip K. DickMots clés living dying life-and-death
Dreams link us to those who have already left this life.
Doug DillonMots clés inspiration death dreams spirituality immortality supernatural dying metaphysical
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