Unless death is made a lesson for the living, the life lived is wasted.
Why should life come into existence only to be destroyed? One dies and another is born—for what? A few miserable hours of life—then oblivion!
With this recognition of the finality of death, no one should willingly withhold acts that would bring benefits, joy or happiness to others. In death, the hesitant act can no longer be performed—the word of praise is as impossible as yesterday's return.
What perversity justified inflicting pain, suffering and death upon others who have done no wrong? If death ends all, why fight while we are living? Why shorten life with unnecessary pain and suffering? How futile are the petty problems of individuals, with their hates and jealousies, when all vanish with death?
All the prayers in the world cannot wipe out one injustice.
Every wrong is irreparable.
The dead cannot forgive.
All the tears and sighs are of no avail.
Forgiveness cannot be granted when lips cannot move.
Praise cannot be heard when ears cannot hear; joy cannot be experienced when the heart no longer beats; and the happiness of an affectionate embrace can no longer be felt when arms are limp and the eyes are forever closed.
Mots clés life pain injustice death joy embrace suffering forgiveness tears wrong praise oblivion finality finite
The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down.
Leopold von Sacher-MasochMots clés tears mask muse venus-in-furs
In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.
Simon Van BooyMots clés sadness crying tears grief
They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…
Andrew GalasettiMots clés god faith crying tears mississippi
the flames are silent,
Peace is violent,
Tears are frozen
’cause massacre was chosen.
~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories
Mots clés poetry peace poem tears violence terrorism terror mumbai 26-11
And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest music
leaving tears on the glass,
which is what music does to me
most of the time
but silence too. and rain.
Mots clés music time silence rain windows morning tears sad sound
It pierced the heart...and there was blood all around...soaking his hands in it, he tried wiping her tears...
Anushka BhartiyaGray.
The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.
Gray...
Mots clés love romantic romance rain death apathy weeping dark water darkness dead colors crying tears raining mystery suspense color eyes movement gothic young-adult rock steel mysterious colours weep stone cry drop clouds blue move eye air cloud observe close metal colour slow iron itself stones grey grim tear downpour ultimate goth gray everywhere slowly cloudy haze overcast closer inconsolable apathetic blue-less colourless deaden disconsolate hazy phlegmatic rainy ubiquitous
Tears are only for those who care to see you sad; a badly broken heart never cries.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés heart tears cry only never broken badly
Clean your tears and stop crying; you are not the only one with a broken heart.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés heart crying tears broken
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