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Don't take life 2 seriously 4 u will never get alive out of it anyhow.(hehehe)
" TO BE ALONE IS THE FATE OF ALL GREAT MINDS; A FATE DEPLORED AT TIMES BUT STILL ALWAYS CHOSEN AS THE LESS GRIEVOUS OF THE TWO EVILS."
if u know what i mean:)
But, O Sarah! if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; In the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again. Major Sullivan Ballou, to his wife, a week before his death in1861 |
Life is made up of small comings and goings and for everything that we take with us, there’s something that we leave behind.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks! your loveliness and the hour of my death .O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
- - - Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator, 1890
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than it be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
- - - Jack London, 1916
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 Kuebler-Ross, "On Death and Dying," 1969
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one,not even an animal.wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;avoid all entanglements.lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.But in that casket –safe,dark, motionless,airless- it will change.It will not be broken;it will become unbreakable,impenetrable ,irredeemable.To love is to be vulnerable.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting_a wayside sacrament.Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
Come to me in the silence of the night
Come in the speaking silence of a dream
Come with the soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream
Come back in tears
O, memory, hope, love of finished eyes.
Yes, let them flow, they are very dear to me, these tears rising from a heart still wounded! Don’t dry them, leave this veil of the past on my eyes.
Time has a way of insulting the most beautiful things and will fade your rosy cheeks just as he has wrinkled my brow.
My life resembles those dried up leaves of winter that
havenot yet fallen from the trees, but will be carried off by the slightest wind.
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
- - - James Allen
When I am dead ,forget me dear
For I shall never know.
Though over my cold and lifeless hands your burning tears shall flow
I’ll cancel with my living voice
The debt you owe the dead
Give me the love you’d show me then
But give it now instead
When I am dead ,forget me dear
For I shall never know.
Though over my cold and lifeless hands your burning tears shall flow
I’ll cancel with my living voice
The debt you owe the dead
Give me the love you’d show me then
But give it now instead
