People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
Death. I wish the word could be removed from the vocabulary and from the dictionary. It simply does not exist, except in the human mind that was taught that it does exist. People think they are a body and they come to believe that when the body dies, everything they are will die too. It’s not true. The soul lives on. The soul of consciousness exists not only in the body but outside of the body too. We are all souls that cannot be contained or limited by time or space or the physical body. For souls there is no death.
Life’s an old story. we all know how it ends.
Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.
Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell really cares.
When I die, I wonder what will happen to me. Is there some place like heaven, and will I be able to meet you there someday? I don’t know. There’s no way to know. No one knows what comes after death. But at the very least, we won’t be able to talk until then.
There’s a wide, deep and fast running river between the living and the dead. Once you cross that river, no matter what happens, you’re never coming back. It’s a one way trip.
Beryl, on death: “No, you should never choose death, but it chooses you. Sometimes you know it’s coming, like my mother, and sometimes it takes you by surprise, like my friend Ariel’s uncle who got killed in a hunting accident. Sooner or later, we all get chosen, we all get taken from this world into the next. Whether we end up in Heaven or Hell, and what we do with our lives in the meantime-those are the choices we get to make.
It’s a small thing, a life.
He looked at her as if she were already one of the ugly nameless bodies in the mortuary, and with a medical man’s sober, somewhat cynical mind, he saw her in front of him, stripped and sliced open. That was his revenge. He caught himself regarding the whole world in that way.
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.