The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I wish you to see by my present letter whether I am not as much a philosopher as ever; for my philosophy is based on a belief in death.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
I have great faith in fools – self-confidence, my friends will call it.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active — not more happy — nor more wise, than he were 6000 years ago.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
Celebrate, for the death of a loved one is simply the birth of a beautiful memory.
Do not be afraid of death, for it is the ultimate liberation from earthly suffering.
In every death, there lies a hidden story waiting to be revealed.
We are all passengers on a mysterious journey, heading towards the unknown destination of death.
Life and death go hand in hand, for without one, the other would lose its meaning.
The fear of death is not in dying, but in living a life without purpose.
In the embrace of death, we find solace and peace, for it is the ultimate refuge from the chaos of life.
The shadows of death can only be illuminated by the light of love and acceptance.
The beauty of death lies in its ability to remind us of the fragility and preciousness of life.
In the face of death, the true nature of a person is revealed, for it is in the moments of farewell that our true colors shine through.
Death is not an end, but a beginning of a new chapter in the journey of the soul.
The fear of death is the fear of missing out on the experience of life.
Death is not the end of dreams, but the beginning of an eternal slumber filled with endless possibilities.
In death, we find peace, for it is in the absence of life’s trials and tribulations that we can truly rest.
The fear of death is the fear of the unknown, but in the face of death, we come to realize that there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Death is not a tragedy, but a natural part of the cycle of life and rebirth.
In the ashes of death, new beginnings can be found, for it is through loss that we learn to appreciate the beauty of life.
The only way to truly live is to embrace the inevitability of death.
The fear of death is the fear of losing control, but in embracing death, we can find liberation and freedom.
In the face of death, the true value of life is revealed, for it is in the moments of loss that we come to understand the true meaning of love and connection.
Death is not the end of existence, but the beginning of a new chapter in the eternal journey of the soul.
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