deathbed

What's the use in prolonging life if you don't do anything with it?

The older you get, the faster time passes in your mind, so use your time according to what is most important.

Sad truth is. . . we all end up alone on some death bed. Yeah? No way to take anybody else's place and no way we can be lying on the same one.__ was at the edge of the white-wed cloth. My shoes filled with concrete, as did my head, looking at the empty shell of what was once a woman full of wonder.__ny way to make someone feel not so alone?_ she asked. __he only thing anyone can ever do is help someone feel a little less lonely before they get there.___ow does someone do that?_ __emories. Help create memories. Better ones. Ones to replace the old.

Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death

Love was holding someone's hand when you wanted to escape.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

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

At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.

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

I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life

Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over

Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival is overrated. We__e alive; we die. How long we survive for is of little significance. Our true significance lies not in the endless comparing of ourselves to one another, trying to see who is the fittest, using scales of evaluation and meaning that differ in the heart and mind of every individual; no - it lies in our deeds alone with the time we have.

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...

When you lose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.

No one, on his deathbed, ever regretted having been a Catholic.

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion

I fear death. I think I must learn to romanticize death so that I can cope with its brutal irreversible numbness...!

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.