If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods.
Even though we knew it was coming, we’re always surprised by the astonishing amount of pain and sorrow you feel when someone dies.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.