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“You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.”

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“Возвращение «Земную жизнь пройдя до половины», остановился я. И повернулся спиною к будущему: «там не ждут меня» - и пройденным уже путем пошел. Я вышел вон из ряда тех, кто испокон веков, обманываясь, ожидает, что выпадет счастливый случай, ключ повернется, истина откроется – откроются врата веков, и кто-то молвит: «Нет ни врат и ни веков». Я позади оставил улицы, и площади, и греческие статуи – в холодном свете утра, и только ветер был живым среди могил. За городом – поля, а за полями – ночь и пустыня: то сердце одинокое мое – ночь и пустыня. И в свете солнца камнем стал я, зеркалом и камнем. Затем – осталась позади пустыня – стал морем и над морем – черным небом, огромным камнем с полустертыми словами: «Нет звезд во мне». И вот – пришел. Врата разрушены, и ангел мирно дремлет. А за вратами – сад: густые кроны, дыхание камней, почти живых, магнолий сон глубокий, и свет – нагой среди стволов нарядных. Вода потоками-руками обнимает цветущий луг. И в центре – дерево и девочка-дитя; о, солнечный огонь ее волос! И нагота меня не тяготила: я был в воде и воздуху подобен. Укрытая сиянием зеленым древа, уснувшая в траве, она была – оставленное ветром белое перо. Ее поцеловать хотел я, но воды журчанье вдруг пробудило жажду, я склонился над зеркалом воды и на себя взглянул. И я увидел: рот, искаженный жаждой, мертвым был; о, старец алчущий, о, виноградная лоза, агония огня! Я наготу свою прикрыл. И тихо вышел. Смеялся ангел. И поднялся ветер, и мне глаза песком засыпал ветер. Песок и ветер – то мои слова; не мы живем, нас создает живыми время.”

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Book:Освящение мига
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“Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. "We're going to win," he said, his voice calmer, less strained. "This is nothing. Keep going. They can't stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her . . . tell her I'm sorry. Tell her . . . I wanted . . . to show her . . . my little valley. Tell her I tried." His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. "Shhh," she whispered. "Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. We'll take it from here." "Failie," he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. "Where's my seed?" His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him.”

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Book:Chasing the Prophecy
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“Welcome to Final Forum. Use this board to communicate with other who are completers. Please note: Participants may not attempt to dissuade or discourage self termination. Disregard for free will informed consent will result in immediate removal from the board. Future access to Through-The-Light will be denied. This board is monitored at all times." That's comforting. I've been to suicide boards before where people get on and say stuff like, "Don't do it. Suicide is not the answer." They don't know the question. Or, "Life's a bitch. Get used to it." Thanks. "Suicide is the easy way out." If it's so easy, why am I still here? And my favorite: "God loves you. Life is the most precious gift from God. You will break God's heart if you throw His gift away." God has a heart? That's news to me. People on boards are very, very shallow. The Final Forum has a long list of topic, including: Random Rants, Bullied, Divorce, Disease, So Tired, Hate This Life, Bleak, Bequests, Attempts. Already I like this board. I start with Random Rants.”

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Book:By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
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“It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' Ô, Why! Why can’t we leave this life slowly?”

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Author:Roman Payne
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“Reading Aloud to My Father I chose the book haphazard from the shelf, but with Nabokov's first sentence I knew it wasn't the thing to read to a dying man: The cradle rocks above an abyss, it began, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. The words disturbed both of us immediately, and I stopped. With music it was the same -- Chopin's Piano Concerto — he asked me to turn it off. He ceased eating, and drank little, while the tumors briskly appropriated what was left of him. But to return to the cradle rocking. I think Nabokov had it wrong. This is the abyss. That's why babies howl at birth, and why the dying so often reach for something only they can apprehend. At the end they don't want their hands to be under the covers, and if you should put your hand on theirs in a tentative gesture of solidarity, they'll pull the hand free; and you must honor that desire, and let them pull it free.”

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Book:Otherwise: new and selected poems
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