Memory is like a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.
- Pierce Harris
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)
am here too ;-)
nice ones..all of em
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?
this is a quote from the movie the shawshank redemption..."get busy living, or get busy dying"wonderful words...
haha. i like this quote :)
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