And come he slow or come he fast, it is but Death who come-eth at last. |
A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic. |
The first breath is the beginning of death. |
It costs me never a stab nor squirm |
Death, A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor. |
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. |
It's funny how in a room of people you can be so alone, but then you can be alone in a room with that one person, and then you're the center of the universe. |
Love is like a drop of your own blood, beutiful, but painful. |
It's hard after you glimpse something better than what you have, you cannot go back to what you had, but usually neither can you go all the way forward without losing part of yourself. Sometimes what you need is in the middle. |
The heart lies forever dormant |