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The worst part today was to see the fragile body of her grandmother was lowered into this dark, bottomless hole. It seemed that she swallows it, and when they began to throw earth on the coffin, I thought I was going to scream.

When God and the afterlife do not believe it to die scared.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die. And yet death is the destination for all of us. No one has ever escaped it. As it should be, because death is very likely the best invention of life. She is the cause of change. It clears out the old to pave the way for the new. Now the new is you, but once (not very long from now) you will become old and will purify you. Sorry for such a drama, but it's true.

The memory of the fact that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool which helps me to make difficult decisions in my life. Because everything else is someone else's opinion, all pride, all the fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. The memory of death is the best way to avoid thinking about the fact that you have something to lose. You have nothing to not constrained. You have no more reasons to follow the call of your heart.

You paint your nails black, your lips Alou border,
In your eyes, extinguished the light, and look already quite different.
And you don't want to understand that it all happened,
Again, I'm going to wait for a miracle,
But happiness was passed.

Nothing arouses passions like gold.
And it's great lead.

He has always played and got game, fool. He thought that teasing geese and poke the bear, because Russia is the bear will turn up to death.

Who knew that a new spring will kill you. No, we didn't know...

Only death doesn't give second chances.

You suddenly understand that life is a very simple thing: we are born, we meet interesting people, love them, talking with them, sometimes they sleep. There is no death: this is awesome news.

When they kill, everything happens very quickly and almost unnoticeably for the victim. But now I saw before me the slow decline of life in the body exhausted, but still refusing to surrender to the vampire, for years, sucked out his juices, the name of which is time.

A person dies when the dies last memory of him.

Our life by the death of others.

The idea that I will someday die, makes me begin to live.