It is good that a man’s enemies want him dead, for it proves he has lived a life of worth.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
The measure of a man lies not in his lengthy accomplishments, but in his decisions when he is faced with the certain, indisputable knowledge that he is going to die.
The festivity had reached that apogee of joy when you face the happy fate of being crushed to death.
Four girls about Mira’s age were standing out on the deck on the upper level of the ferry. They were wearing hoodies, sweatpants and jeans. One of the girls was staring at the screen on her phone. She was talking. He called, but then said he wasn’t going to come out or whatever. They sipped out of Starbucks cups and bottles of water. The wind was in their hair and the sun was in their eyes. Because they were alive I wished they were dead.
Marah will come looking for me one day, Kate had said, pressing the journal into my hands. Be with her when she reads it. And my boys… show them these words when they can’t remember me.
Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens, but out of fear that it will never close
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change
We all end up dying in the end. It’s just a question of how and when.