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The crown of every human life is the memory of it - the highest thing that is promised to a person over his grave is eternal memory. And there is no soul that does not secretly languish with the dream of this crown.
The dead are alive as long as there are living ones to remember them.
...For me, thinking about dead friends is gratifying and sweet. When they were with me, I knew that I would lose them, when I lost them, I know that they were with me.
To be forgotten is nothing worse than death.
He's dead and lying there, but there's no one to grieve.
Oblivion is a safety valve for grief.
Oblivion is the second death, which great natures fear more than the first.
Whenever I believed that there was once a soul,
Having escaped from decay, he carries away eternal thoughts,
Both memory and love in the abyss are endless, -
I swear! I would have left this world long ago:
I would crush life, ugly idol,
And flew away to the land of freedom, pleasures,
To a country where there is no death, where there are no prejudices.
Where one thought floats in heavenly purity...
But in vain I indulge in a deceptive dream;
My mind persists, despises hope...
Nothingness awaits me beyond the grave...
We even lose our lives with joy - as long as they talk about it.
We are grateful to memory for what it allows us to remember. However, you need to be grateful to her for the fact that she allows you to forget.
People's memory is an imperceptible trace of the furrow that each of us leaves in the bosom of infinity.
In a thousand years,
in ten thousand years
Whose memory will preserve
our glory and our shame?
Tao Yuanming
The memory of great people is no less important to us than their living presence.
We are given short life, but the memory of a life given for a good cause is eternal.
Human memory in its psychological sense is structured in such a way that its very first property over time is the elimination of the unpleasant, difficult and a tendency towards the good, successful, even comedic.
But even the dead we will live in a particle of our great happiness; after all, we have invested our lives in it.
The life of the dead lies (continues) in the memory of the living.
It's not death that I'm afraid of. Oh no!
I'm afraid to disappear completely.
The born will die - earthly life is alive:
Rumors remain about good and evil.
Everyone is mortal, no one is immortal,
In the posthumous rumors about him there is a trace of a person.
Life is a small handful, and you look - it’s gone,
But good or bad, a trace will remain.
Some dead rest in peace, others are deprived of it.
It's easy to lie about a dead person.
What awaits people after death is something they neither expect nor imagine.
Death is for the evil, but eternal memory for the good.
Those who die leave behind their blessings and take away their sins.
They will bury the dead body in the ground, but the kindness will not be forgotten.
Lezg.
During life, be praised, after death, we bless.
If a baptized person dies, the Church prays for the repose of his soul, performing the rite of burial of the deceased. During burial, the priest reads a special prayer of permission, in which, with the power given to him in the Sacrament of the Priesthood, he asks God to forgive all the sins of the deceased Christian.
If a person dies who did not want to receive St. Baptism and funeral services for such a person are not performed. This cannot be considered some kind of cruelty, for the Church is based on love for God and people. The Church cannot forcibly attract people to itself: this contradicts the teachings of God.
...And if a deceased person did not wish to enter into living communion with God during his lifetime, then even after his death the Holy Church does not dare to do this by force.
Time will pass, and we will be gone forever, they will forget us, they will forget our faces, voices and how many of us there were, but our suffering will turn into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will come on earth...
Whoever lived in such a way that his memory is sacredly preserved in the souls of the people he loved, he, I think, has done his part to continue his existence even after death.
If religion is the cult of ancestors or the collective prayer of all living for all the dead, then at present there is no religion, for there are no longer cemeteries near churches, and in the cemeteries, in these holy places, the abomination of desolation reigns. This desolation of the cemeteries, it seemed, should have aroused the attention of those living in that area, in that part of the city in which the dead are buried in a well-known cemetery; those living in this area should have made it a place of meeting, consultation, constant care for its restoration in all its integrity, completeness and meaning, violated by the oblivion of the fathers and the inequality of the sons; those. this means creating a museum in a cemetery with a school, the teaching of which would be obligatory for all sons and brothers whose fathers, mothers and brothers are buried in this cemetery... If religion is the cult of the dead, then this does not mean honoring death, on the contrary, it means the unification of those living in the work of cognizing the blind force that carries hunger, ulcers and death, in the work of turning it into picturesque. For cemeteries, as for museums, it is not enough to be only a repository, a place of storage; and because cemeteries have turned into places only for storage, the abomination of desolation reigns on them, on these holy places... The desolation of cemeteries is a natural consequence of the decline of kinship...
The surest path that brings us closer to the dear dead is not death, but life. They live our lives and die with our death.
When we are dead, do not look for our grave in the ground, but find it in the hearts of people.
The true urn of the deceased is not in the cemetery, but in forgetful hearts.
Remember that everyone lives only for the present, insignificant moment; everything else has either already been lived or is covered in uncertainty. The life of everyone is insignificant, the corner of the earth where he lives is insignificant, and the longest posthumous glory is also insignificant: it lasts only in a few short-lived generations of people who do not know themselves, much less those who have long since died.
A man in a coffin - only then is there truth in the world.
Japanese
Only over a person’s grave can one proclaim him great.
The living should be treated favorably, but only the truth should be spoken about the dead.
It is not death that is terrible, but the desecration of death that is terrible!
Don't say bad things about the dead man.
Glorify the deceased.
Grieve about the death of your mother with someone who does not have a mother.
Osset.
Ambition is an irresistible desire to be attacked by enemies during life and ridiculed by friends after death.
Those who show their grief the most are those who mourn the least.
The coffin carries the deceased into the abyss of oblivion,
Like a shipwrecked boat.
There is only one thing to say about the dead:
Everything he breathed was buried with him.
May the step of those who walk be easy! Peace
Decayed bodies are eaten under the foot.
Although the trace of our ancestors disappeared instantly,
It should not offend their sacred memory.
Let your path pass through the air,
So that you don't trample on people's skulls.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled.
Let's consider all the conditions on earth. Kings create huge buildings, on which they twist their names, build cities in their names, erect statues, make laws, make wars, nobles and rich people also make buildings and, depicting their image with statues and paintings, try to have their names in what monuments contained and command themselves to make magnificent tombs. Artists and scientists are exhausted from their labors in order to create something elegant, and they put their names in their compositions. The farmers themselves wish that at least some stone be laid on their grave, so that no matter how much they exist, their memory remains; they rejoice in having children, as if they are passing on their name (to posterity).
Even though the ashes of our dear ancestors have long been covered with earth -
But we, descendants, remember them in our hearts.
When will it be your turn to leave this world?
Let time not erase our names with a cruel hand!
May the heir of your aspirations take your last breath,
Everything that you haven’t accomplished, God will help him accomplish.
If your descendant will jealously cherish your memory,
Then at the hour appointed by fate, it will not be scary to lie down in the ground.
To the one who insults the whole people
While he lives
No one will come to the funeral,
When he dies.
Kazakh.
My grave has not yet been filled,
and they were already rummaging through my goods.
I'm still alive, not dead,
and they stopped crying for me.
From ancient Mesopotamian literature
As soon as a person dies, he is immediately forgotten. The dead leave no traces behind and are forgotten as if they never existed. The poor do not remember them, the rich do not regret them, and the educated do not glorify them. Neither the state, nor friends, nor relatives need them. It turns out that humanity could do without even the most famous dead people and that far less worthy individuals could have done no less than they did.
There are dead people who have more life in them than the living. But there are also living ones who are deader than any dead.
There are dead people who need to be killed.
It is very nice to be remembered, but sometimes it is more useful to be forgotten.
The birth of many should be assessed as a false start.
He lived - there was no benefit, but he died - you have to wear mourning.
Viet.
...The memory of a face barely survives until the third or fourth generation.
A person, dying individually, a somatic death, does not die socially, spilling his behavior as part of a team and creativity into the living environment, the public. He continues to live in those who remain alive if he lived during life and was not dead. The living collective resurrects the dead.
Whoever forgets the world, the world will also forget.
Cry over the dead - he has lost the light, but cry over the fool - he has left his mind.
It is not enough to mourn the innocent murdered - we also need to explain to them the meaning of their life and death.
Weep not over the dead, over the unreasonable: for those have a common path for everyone, but this one has his own will.
Teaching of Hesychius
You can't help a dead person by crying.
Suah.
Mourning a dead person is like biting stones.
Posthumous awards are the quintessence of selfishness from which the deceased suffered during their lifetime, being left with nothing.
Much can be reborn from what has already died.
When memories fade in our hearts, death makes them bloom again...
Every grave is overgrown with grass.
Oblivion is retribution for evil and injustice for good.
When, shortly before his death, friends asked the fading philosopher where he would like to rest after death, Schopenhauer replied: “It doesn’t matter. They will find me."
"106 Philosophers"
The grave is a temple of silence and reconciliation.
There is no memory that time does not erase, no pain that death does not end.
Some savages drive a stake into corpses, and civilized ones are content with the word: “Sleep,” they say, “in the grave and don’t stop us from enjoying life”; but the word turns out to be as powerless as the stake, the dead do not leave us alone, they constantly remind us of our solidarity, which we have betrayed, for which we are punished; and the punishment will be more and more severe until we again enter into unity with the dead, which was destroyed by their death and which, obviously, cannot be entered into either with words, as civilized people do, or with treats, which savages resort to. Despite the thick layer of earth, the corpse does not remain sleeping in the grave, but penetrates into the atmosphere in the form of miasma, embryos, constituting a necessary condition for life and even beauty... In vain, in a fit of cheap generosity, some make bequeaths (considering themselves to have the right to make orders about what does not belong to them neither during life nor after death of the body) burn your body after death; not only outside, but also inside, ancestors rule over their offspring against their will (the law of heredity, atavism), thereby proving the solidarity of all generations, proving that man was not appointed for pleasure, but for some higher purpose.
Kings flash in the whirlwind of years,
And oblivion follows everyone.
...Everything in the world must become a victim of oblivion, this dumb and ruthless tyrant...
O oblivion! Oblivion! There is no softer pillow for the exhausted traveler!
Oblivion is a flower that grows best on graves.
They closed the coffin - they said: it’s over.
End! How sonorous this word is
How many - there are few thoughts in it;
One last groan and everything is ready,
No further references. And then?
Then they will put you decorously in a coffin,
And the worms will gnaw your skeleton,
And there is the heir in good time
Will crush you with a monument,
Will forgive you every offense
Out of the kindness of my soul,
For your benefit (and the churches)
He will probably serve a memorial service,
Which (I'm afraid to say)
You are not destined to hear.
And if you died in faith,
As a Christian, then granite
For forty years at least
It will keep your name.
When will the cemetery be embarrassed?
That's your narrow home
They will tear it apart with a bold hand...
And they will place another coffin for you.
And silently lies next to you
Tender girl, alone,
Sweet, submissive, even pale...
But neither breath nor glance
Your peace will not be disturbed -
What bliss, my God!
How many of them, famous, have already been consigned to oblivion. And those that have become famous are out of sight.
What regiments, and crowds, and generations of such people have already been swallowed up by oblivion! Their ashes form the soil on which our life continues to bear fruit.
My will contains instructions for my funeral procession, in which there will be no funeral carriages, but there will be herds of bulls, rams, pigs, all kinds of poultry, as well as mobile aquariums with live fish, and all the creatures accompanying the coffin will be tied white bows in memory of a man who chose to die rather than eat his own kind. Apart from the procession heading to Noah's Ark, it will be the most wonderful procession that people have ever seen.
If someone says a word of praise to me “over an open grave,” then I will crawl out of the coffin and slap him in the face.
I would like to be remembered by some, but not praised at all; and only on the condition that they remember it together with my loved ones. Without memory of them, of their kindness, of honor - I don’t want to be remembered either.
I would willingly return from the other world to expose anyone as a lie who would portray me as other than what I was, even if he did it with the intention of giving me praise.
Monuments are erected to everything that is least memorable.
By cemeteries, tombstones and epitaphs one can judge a nation, its ignorance or nobility.
If the dead had the opportunity to read the laudatory inscriptions on their tombstones, they would die a second time - from shame.
If you want an indestructible monument for yourself, put your soul into a good book.
To erect a monument to someone during his lifetime means to declare that there is no hope that posterity will not forget him.
Good people don't need monuments. Their good deeds will remind them of them.
There is only one monument worthy of a person - an earthen grave and a wooden cross. A golden monument can only be erected over a dog.
The desire to be remembered after death is vain, so it is not surprising that this desire is usually neglected.
What has survived, what has reached us?
Two or three mounds, visible as you approach...
Yes, two or three oak trees grew on them,
Spread out both wide and bold.
They show off, they make noise, and they don’t care,
Whose ashes, whose memory their roots dig.
Nature does not know about the past,
Our ghostly years are alien to her,
And in front of her we are vaguely aware
Ourselves are just a dream of nature.
One by one all your children,
Those who accomplish their useless feat,
She equally greets her
An all-consuming and peaceful abyss.
No matter what they lament over the dead,
The living cry about their sadness.
Kazakh.
Every person carries in the depths of his “ego” a small cemetery where those he loved are buried.
When my heart yearns for tenderness, I remember the friends I have lost, the women taken from me by death, I live in their tombs, my soul flies in search of their souls.
How much does it take to preserve the memory of a person? Hours of work for a marble maker.
And the tombs are monuments not to regret, but to the arrogance of sons.
Concerns about the burial, the arrangement of the tomb, the pomp of the funeral - all this is more of a consolation to the living than a help to the dead.
They throw mud at the living and flowers at the dead.
Swede.
The envious “how people live” sometimes evokes rich funerals.
Two feelings separate those who come to say goodbye to the deceased: love and gloating.
Some epitaphs exist more to satisfy the pride of the living than to praise the virtues of the dead...
When you read the epitaphs, it seems that you can save the world only by resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
The only imperishable epitaph is a good book.
It would be desirable for everyone to write an epitaph for themselves in advance, to write it as flattering as possible and try to make themselves worthy of it.
The traditions of all dead generations loom like a nightmare over the minds of the living.
When I go to my grave, it won't matter to me,
Drought or rain among earthly graveyards;
So the earth doesn’t care what the dust of the earth hides:
A pile of mutton bones or a lion's carcass.
Having come to the three-day world for a brief moment,
You shouldn't feel attracted to him.
Even if you are used to lying on a luxurious bed,
You will still find peace in the earth.
You will still go to your grave alone,
You won’t be among people, in brilliant surroundings.
In the ground your friends are only ants and worms,
The status about the deceased should be as restrained as possible, but at the same time, express the strong emotions of the sufferer. This is a difficult topic to discuss, but as you know, friends are the people with whom you need to share everything.
The pain of loss is the most powerful emotion a person can experience. At this moment, a person wants to be understood - sad statuses about death.
A status about the death of a person is for those who are concerned about lofty concepts. And also for those who know how to feel a phrase with all their soul.
Serious phrases about death are rarely found in anyone's status line. However, if you like any of the above statuses, don't be afraid to show your personality!
Live in such a way as not to bring joy through your death.
There are already so many people there, beyond the life line, that it’s simply stupid to be afraid of death.
Everything has a time, everything ends someday, we must understand this: Toys break, cartoons end, people turn into clouds
A man's life prologue, pledge, couldn't, barefoot, epilogue, obituary.
What is considered the meaning of life can become a wonderful excuse to die.
Blood in the clouds The sky above the city is scarlet Clouds are dripping with blood. Having abandoned their tired bodies, souls take off in a flock. And you say: sunset, beauty! - Not shot, not crumpled. I seem to remember those at the cross, Laughing at the crucified.
Feelings died, the soul burned out, the pain disappeared. All that remained was indifference, the most terrible quality. modern man, which does not disappear anywhere, never passes and cannot be destroyed. Maybe this is real death?
It only takes one life to start a war, but it takes millions of lives to stop it.
Don't be afraid of old age, it will pass.
Mikhail Kazakov died. An entire era is passing away along with our great actors! Gurchenko, Kazakov. Many people will no longer please us with their talent. How sad this is! We mourn.
Life and death are two sides of the same coin. -Yes, but I want to stay longer on THIS side
Why do people leave? Why do they go into the distance? They will no longer be with us. We are left with sadness and sadness. Tears suddenly come in a lump, My heart is crushed in a moment by melancholy. Why do people leave? To the heavens. to heaven
The inscription on the tombstone: “And now try to give birth to me again.”
In essence, it doesn’t matter what you die for; but if you die for something you love, then such a warm, devoted death is better than a cold, unfaithful life.
Better is a Harsh Life with a Rake under your feet than Death with a Scythe behind your back
He put a dagger to his heart and kissed death on the lips. He made a beautiful flight and during the night he made death fall in love with himself.
Relatives never die Relatives never die, They do not go anywhere without a trace, They are resurrected in our prayers And remain in our hearts forever. We endlessly remember them And talk mentally in silence, We repeat their native names And we pray for the peace of our souls.
We live alone and die alone. Everything else is an illusion.
When good man dies, it has to affect the world, someone has to notice, someone has to be upset.
Life as it is Damn, this is tough! Death as it is? No, it's better to be tough
We are who we are And we won’t be anything else If death starts spinning nearby It’s unlikely that we’ll all be happy
I used to be afraid of death, but now I'm waiting for it! After all, then we will be together again! It wasn’t you who left this life, it’s me who stayed here!
life slowly flows out of the vein straight into the drain; out of nowhere, death quietly creeps into the vein
Death: the world minus you. S. Napersky. The fear of death is inversely proportional to a good life.
I will not die on the day when you expect it, and definitely not on the day when others expect it. It'll just happen
People are mortal and therefore EVERYTHING is infinitely important.
Life is a movement from one extreme to another. You are young while you do this with ease, and you grow old while frozen in one of the extremes.
Life is a line after death, But some jump in line.
Death is a terrible thing. It takes lives. Any lives. Be it old, young, woman, man. She does not care. Nationalities and religions do not play any role. For her there is no right and wrong. For her, everyone is equal.
laquo;The closer to the edge, the slower you want to go.
It’s not so bad when there’s silence, it’s not bad when there’s despair in the soul.
The line between life ~√V""^√~√V^√V~√V""^√~√V^√V and death.
Relatives, relatives and friends leave And the heart stirs with severe pain They leave so suddenly, forever Those to whom we love so much Leave And the pain of the heart and the sorrowful burden And the days of life, the worn sheets The merciless doctor leafs through time And with blood tears out memories, pieces
It’s a whole science to leave with dignity, After all, the universe clearly has nothing to do with it, And the way you see the world is your boredom, And the mound crowned with a crown.
The beginning of merging with nature is a natural end.
People leave and cannot be brought back. Their path in life has ended. Burn as a candle or like a match. Everyone has their own path, habit. But we hope and believe And we wait in the midnight emptiness. What we will meet, even if not in this life. Relatives, loved ones and friends.
Doorbell. A man looks through the peephole, and there is such a ma-a-a-a-scarlet Death with a scythe. Man (hysterical): No! It's too early for me to die! Early No!!! Death (tiredly): Listen, man, don't piss, I'm after the hamster.
A bad habit is nail biting and nose picking. And smoking is an addiction.
And he promised that I would never forget this February 14th. He was right, as always, on February 14th he was gone
You need to be happy to live and you need to be happy to die too.
A suicide stops living precisely because he cannot stop wanting.
You don’t write something, you don’t call. Are you dead?
Death doesn't wait, and life shouldn't wait.
Why do people forget a simple truth? There are no pockets in the shroud!!!
✔ Anyone who does not like this world will be in disgrace in the next world.
Dying happy is a very dubious pleasure. When you're happy, you want to live more than ever.
The person leaves, and this may turn out to be irreparable. He slams the door, and this can also be irreparable. Any betrayal is irreparable. Meanness is irreparable. Perfidy is irreparable. No, this is all empty talk. Only death is truly irreparable.
Death is an abyss that suddenly opens up in the path of unstoppable life; the living person suddenly, as if by magic, becomes invisible in an instant, as if falling through the ground and disappears into oblivion.
Lorca The old world is leaving forever. Today the cat died. She was covered with a blanket, This is her fate.
Life in general is strange: something is always missing, But you just have to stretch out your paws and you don’t need anything!
Loving yourself for the benefit of others.
A woman dies and Death comes to her. The woman, seeing Death, smiled and said that she was ready.
- What are you ready for? – asked Death.
- I’m ready for God to take me to Heaven! – the woman answered.
- Why did you decide that God would take you to him? – asked Death.
- Well, how? “I suffered so much that I deserve the peace and love of God,” the woman answered.
- What exactly did you suffer from? – asked Death.
- When I was little, my parents always punished me unfairly. They beat me, put me in a corner, shouted at me as if I had done something terrible. When I was at school, my classmates bullied me and also beat and humiliated me. When I got married, my husband drank all the time and cheated on me. My children exhausted my soul, and in the end they didn’t even come to my funeral. When I was working, my boss yelled at me all the time, delayed my salary, left me on weekends, and then fired me without paying me. The neighbors gossiped about me behind my back, saying that I was a prostitute. And one day a robber attacked me and stole my bag and raped me.
- Well, what good have you done in your life? – asked Death.
“I was always kind to everyone, went to church, prayed, took care of everyone, took care of everything on myself. I experienced so much pain from this world, like Christ, that I deserved Paradise...
“Well, okay...” Death answered, “I understand you.” There remains a small formality. Sign one agreement and go straight to Paradise.
Death handed her a piece of paper with one sentence to tick. The woman looked at Death and, as if she had been doused with ice water, said that she could not tick this sentence.
On the piece of paper it was written: “I forgive all my offenders and ask forgiveness from everyone I offended.”
- Why can’t you forgive them all and ask for forgiveness? – asked Death.
- Because they don’t deserve my forgiveness, because if I forgive them, it means nothing happened, it means they won’t answer for their actions. And I have no one to ask for forgiveness... I didn’t do anything bad to anyone!
-Are you sure about this? – asked Death.
- Absolutely!
- How do you feel about those who caused you so much pain? – asked Death.
- I feel anger, rage, resentment! It’s unfair that I should forget and erase from my memory the evil that people have done to me!
- What if you forgive them and stop having these feelings? – asked Death.
The woman thought for a while and replied that there would be emptiness inside!
- You have always experienced this emptiness in your heart, and this emptiness devalued you and your life, and the feelings that you experience give significance to your life. Now tell me, why do you feel empty?
- Because all my life I thought that those whom I loved and those for whom I lived would appreciate me, but in the end they disappointed me. I gave my life to my husband, children, parents, friends, but they did not appreciate it and turned out to be ungrateful!
- Before God said goodbye to his son and sent him to earth, he finally said one phrase to him, which was supposed to help him realize life in himself and himself in this life...
- Which one? – the woman asked.
- THE WORLD STARTS WITH YOU..!
- What does it mean?
- So he didn’t understand what God told him... It’s about the fact that only you are responsible for everything that happens in your life! You CHOOSE to suffer or be happy! So explain to me who exactly caused you so much pain?
“It turns out I’m on my own…” the woman answered in a trembling voice.
- So who can’t you forgive?
- Myself? – the woman answered in a crying voice.
- Forgiving yourself means admitting your mistake! Forgiving yourself means accepting your imperfections! Forgiving yourself means opening up to yourself! You hurt yourself and decided that the whole world is to blame for this, and they do not deserve your forgiveness... And you want God to accept you with open arms?! Have you decided that God is like a soft, stupid old man who will open doors for fools and evil sufferers?! Do you think he created the perfect place for people like you? When you create your own paradise, where first of all you, and then the others, will feel good, then you will knock on the doors of the heavenly abode, but for now God gave me instructions to send you back to earth so that you learn to create a world in which love and care reign. And those who cannot take care of themselves live in the deep delusion that they can take care of others. Do you know how God punishes a woman who considers herself an ideal mother?
- How? – the woman asked.
- He sends her children whose destinies are broken before her eyes...
- I realized... I couldn’t make my husband loving and devoted. I couldn’t raise my children to be happy and successful. I couldn’t preserve a hearth where there would be peace and harmony... In my world, everyone suffered...
- Why? – asked Death.
- I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me and have compassion... But no one felt sorry for me... And I thought that God would definitely take pity on me and hug me!
- Remember that the most dangerous people on earth are those who want to arouse pity and compassion for themselves... They are called “victims”... Your greatest ignorance is that you think that God needs someone’s sacrifice! He will never allow into his abode someone who has known nothing but pain and suffering, for this sacrifice will sow pain and suffering in his world...! Go back and learn to love and care for yourself, and then for those who live in your world. First, ask yourself for forgiveness for your ignorance and forgive yourself for it!
The woman closed her eyes and began the journey again, but only under a different name and with different parents.
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We first understand death only when it takes someone we love. (Germaine de Stael)
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A person can come to terms with the thought of his own death, but not with the absence of those he loves.
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Love and death always come uninvited.
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9 years have passed since my mother's death....I love you very much mom! I still remember and cry! =(((
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I used to think little about death... but, in my opinion, giving your life for a loved one is not the worst death!
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Death is steadily pursuing us, and every second it is getting closer and closer. Death never stops. She just turns out the lights sometimes.
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Dying for a loved one is not the worst death...
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After his death, I have been living unconscious for three years now...
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Death is happiness for a dying person. When you die, you cease to be mortal.
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..the hour of death is unattainable for them, and this life is so unbearable that everything else would be easier for them.. (Dante)
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Mom, is death for life?...
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This is how it happens that dear people are taken away not only by death, but also by the army)
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If death do us part, I will find a way to find you...
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To learn to appreciate life one must face death.
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Suicide is not an option, some people understand this a second before death...
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It is very difficult to know that our love is doomed to death, that in a month he will no longer be here. . . He will be somewhere out there, far away. . . Where everyone is happy. . .
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Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies in us while we live...
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Our world is built like a clock: eternity for the sake of one day, life for the sake of death, and death for the sake of love.
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Life... Monday - born, Tuesday - kindergarten, Wednesday - school, Thursday - university, Friday - work, Saturday - children, Sunday - death...
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Revenge is meaningless if its price is death.
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“It’s so easy to imagine you alive that it’s impossible to believe in your death...”
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This is not death, it just became a clock.
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Death is eternity. Life is just a moment in eternity. Appreciate this moment!
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Death is life. By dying, we make room for another to live.
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Death is not as terrible as its suddenness...
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Never joke about death, it may hear and come for you.
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Death is close enough that there is no need to fear life. (F. Nietzsche)
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It's easy to cry when you know that everyone you love will someday either leave you or die. The long-term probability of survival for any of us is zero.
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Life and death are just two moments, only our pain is endless.
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Only when we lose do we begin to appreciate... only when we are late do we learn to hurry... Only by not loving can we let go... Only by seeing death do we learn to live...
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Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
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You and I are like two trains... If we meet, it will only be to death...
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I'm afraid of death, but I'm not afraid to give my life for my friends. I'm afraid of love, but I continue to love. I'm afraid of problems, but the support of loved ones helps. I'm afraid of a new day, but I continue to live...
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Death is something that cannot be taken away from us. Life is something that is given for a while...
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Death is worth living, and love is worth waiting for.© V. Tsoi
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I hate it. These tears. This pain. It's a constant feeling of loss. This death. I hate...
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A bad life leads to a bad death.
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- never mind, right? Now imagine that in an hour she will be hit by a car... to death...
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I love her to death and I don’t care what anyone says about us! The main thing is that I love her!
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"Virtual communication....virtual love....real suffering....real death"
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They say you won't be lucky if a black cat bites you to death.
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Woodpeckers caught marmots in the act, to death.
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Death is not scary. When we exist, she is not, when she is, we are no longer..
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Death will take and kill anyone. And you’re unlikely to defeat her...(c)
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There is a right by which we can take away a person's life, but there is no right by which we can take away his death.
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I want to be cremated after death, and the ashes mixed with COCAINE... and given a *track* for everyone, so that everyone can feel my *COMING*.
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Death is the only opportunity to see the dream to the end.
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So death has come... Hey, Death, will you have scrambled eggs?
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I don’t know what it’s like after death... But after unrequited love, life definitely exists...
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Eh... With such an Internet, you can only download death...
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It is very difficult to know that our love is doomed to death, that in a month he will no longer be here... He will be somewhere out there, far away... Where everyone is happy...
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Life is a slow death... A slow attempt at suicide, because we live and know that we will die someday...
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If we know so little about life, what can we know about death?
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Disappointment is a little death!
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Koshchei's death at the end of a needle. A needle in an egg, an egg in a duck, a duck in a hare, a hare in shock...
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I'll eat candy and die a chocolate death...
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If we were given a choice: to die or to live forever, no one would know what to decide. Nature relieves us of the need to choose, making death inevitable.
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