If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled? –Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
We say that the hour ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance. –Marcel Proust, Remembrance ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ Things Past
… 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. –Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth
Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one’s ever gotten out ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ it. The earth takes everyone—the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there’s no fairness on earth. –Zinaida Yevdokimovna Kovalenko, in Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices From Chernobyl
La muerte es mas bien un derecho, al igual que la vida. Pero nunca deberia un hijo morir antes que su padre.
