mortality [Theme] Page 6

It seemed to me a terrible mistake. Ugly, rude, unnecessary, not having the right to exist. It was not to be. But she was. Death devours everything. Ever will eat me.

So it will ottsvetut and we
And thumim as guests of the garden...
Since no flowers in winter,
So sad about them is not necessary.

Man cannot be mortal. And dying can't be dead.

- I have something to admit... I'm dying. This was known long before my arrival in forks.
Edward obviously waited, and his face alternately reflected distrust, embarrassment and... fear. He opened his mouth, but say nothing decided.
- The disease is incurable, - has answered mute question me.
Darkened eyes studied my face, trying desperately to find at least something that indicates that I'm lying or joking.
- And Charlie knows?
- Of course. We just try not to think about it...
Edward's mouth opened slightly limp again, but he immediately took himself in hand. His face turned into a mask.
And what is this disease?
I watched him with awe. If you say that it's cancer, he will not stop until we find a cure. And will find for sure.
- It's called... mortality - finally I replied.

Love is dying. The greatest tragedy of life is not that men are mortal, and that they do not love.
(Love dies. The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.)