Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything.
It is not about what you lose when it is over.
Far more, it is about what you gain during the journey!
Life is all about love. Everything – hate, lust, money, power, death, birth – it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.
The shortest distance between two points is a time line, a schedule, a map of your time, the itinerary for the rest of your life.
Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.
LIFE never really ends… It just changes. You never lose your loved ones,
you gain guardian angels.
Today is yesterday’s victory, yesterday is tomorrow’s conquest, and tomorrow is today’s war. Though I face death, I am not fearsome.
If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.
To my own demise, I rarely ask why I’m hungry because I’m focusing all of my energies on getting fed. And if I persist in such a diminishing cycle, in all probability I will eventually starve to death because I have chosen to gorge myself on the very things that will keep me empty.
Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.
Only those few who are able to surpass their fear of death completely can fully experience the highest forms of life; not the mundane life of the mortal, but the godly life of the resurrected.