Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
Even death has a heart.
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours
You'll stay with me?' Until the very end,' said James.
I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.