Friday, November 18, 2005

Calvin's Cloud


The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
Robert Heinlein (1907 - 1988), "Job", 1984

6 comments:

Just A Human said...

Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats,humiliations, and despairs--the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

- Letters from the Earth (Mark Twain)

anthony said...

am here too ;-)

Φ said...

nice ones..all of em

Naveen said...

mmm..true...whenever I read about life and death, I'm afraid somewhere deep in my heart..though, we seem to be tough from outside, thats not true from the inside..right?

Krishanu said...

this is a quote from the movie the shawshank redemption...

"get busy living, or get busy dying"

wonderful words...

still_figuring_out said...

haha. i like this quote :)