In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.
We cry for ourselves, don’t we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.
Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death
Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).
Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.
It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean
O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pieO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,gimme a break before I die:grant me wisdom, will, & wit,purity, probity, pluck, & grit.Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,and forgive,...