One of the major destruction of man is distraction
When he whispered my name, that’s when I knew- this was how death felt.
Other’s power, other’s enjoyments, other’s space, people have become the owners of that which does not belong to one’s self. If they become the owners of ‘Self’, death is no more; One is himself, the Absolute Supreme Soul.
One didn’t understand, until one had seen a great many bodies, the unconscious effort that one must be making every minute simply to keep one’s hands and face and clothes clean. The world’s surfaces were so filthy that the living touched them only with the tips of their fingers and the soles of their shoes. How grubby it was to die, to give up making that effort.
Those that see too much quickly find themselves seeing nothing at all.
Death is not a trip, but a destination.
Literature is the ditch I’m going to die in. It’s still the thing I care most about.
The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.
I was stirred by the dark mystery of mortality. I couldn’t resist stealing up to the edge of doom and peering over the brink (…) That was a very different thing from wanting to die.
once,a boy told a girl : i will stay with you forever, little did she know that his forever is only three months because..he died of cancer!