One of the illusions is that the present hour is not the ciritcal, decisive hour, Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day is Doomsday.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have formed during the last few years such a close relationship with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling, and I thank myDod for graciouls granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
– Mozart
Death is the meaning in the dream, the dreamstate shadow of no-sef. Death is the boogeyman. You can't kill him or hide from him or get away from him, you can only turn toward him or away from him. If you turn toward him, befriend him, fully embrease him, not superficially, but as your own essential truth, then death is the demon you can ride into every battle...
– Jed McKenna
The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop o flevity; and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.
– Friedrich Nietzsche
Shifting the Sun By Diana Der-Hovanessian
When your father dies, say the Irish, you lose your umbrella against bad weather. May his sun be your light, say the Armenians
When your father dies, say the Welsh, you sink a foot deeper into the earth. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians, you run out of excuses. May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French, you become your own father. May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When you father dies, say the Indians, he comes back as the thunder. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians, he takes your childhood with him. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English, you join his club you vowed you wouldn't. May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians, your sun shifts forever. And you walk in his light.
– Shifting the Sun" by Diana Der-Hovanessian