a few words to hear, from those great men and women who have the mind to draw up such great words; to draw an image in the wake of a sentence, and to smile at the sound of a dying word.....
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases
If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death
There is no goal better than this one: to know as you lie on your deathbed that you lived your true life, and you did whatever made you happy
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
We must love one another or die
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses
A man who won't die for something is not fit to live
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal
Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
Don't order any black things. Rejoice in his memory; and be radiant: leave grief to the children. Wear violet and purple...Be patient with the poor people who will snivel: they don't know; and they think they will live for ever, which makes death a division instead of a bond.
Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
Science says: We must live, and seeks the means of prolonging, increasing, facilitating and amplifying life, of making it tolerable and acceptable, wisdom says: We must die, and seeks how to make us die well
All say, How hard it is that we have to die - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality
.- Last seen on Nov 15 5:30 PM. Member since November 2, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 139 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "love as thou wilt".
- I am a 16 year old guy (U.S.A)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a physical laborer/student.
- Visit my homepage at www.xanga.com/Private/home.aspx?user=kumori_kyuuketsuki

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My Poetry
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Walking amoungst a room of shadows,
my own thoughts begin to fly.27 lines, 2 comments, February 18, 2005. In Other -
No more left amoungst my mind,
all is lost and flown through time.34 lines, 8 comments, January 6, 2005. In Other -
Nothing more and everlast,
shall I see in broken glass.31 lines, 7 comments, December 10, 2004. In Spiritual
My Stories
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Introduction
I have been forced through these many years to live through my given curse. This denunciation is some anathema of following any orders placed ahead of me that p3465 lines, November 3, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
Guest Book
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Bloody Kitteh on December 18, 2004o____o Hai Rhod -Waves- Your on my fave list....you're special X3 Anywho I like you newest poem, rules. You just need to update more << -Nods- Anywho !
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suicidegirl169 on November 29, 2004hey! do you have AIM? if you do, would you like to chat? let me know.
<3,
Alex
