Death is a misery.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into...

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

I felt a numb shock as I drove home anxious to get my chocolate flowers and wondering how my mother arranged to get them delivered to me at the exact time of her passing as...

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

Relieve your pain.Shedding tears is good for the soul.

Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red.

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

Well, not really fall apart.

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

If you have few days to live your life, what will be your passion for last days?

once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)

Life on earth is temporary. May we pursue peace and live in harmony with one another.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

The dead only knows their world.

People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

It is sad but so many tragedies can be avoided, if we extend a little bit of love to one another.

As we witness the death of departed souls, other people will observe our departure from the world.

We must be conscious of this; one day, the life we have, will be gone.

The dead vanishes into thin air.

Deep down a broken heart, all the sadness one can bear is misery.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.