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“In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity.”

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Book:The American Plague: The Untold Story of Yellow Fever, the Epidemic that Shaped Our History
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“« Norbert de Varenne parlait d’une voix claire, mais retenue, qui aurait sonné dans le silence de la nuit s’il l’avait laissée s’échapper. Il semblait surexcité et triste, d’une de ces tristesses qui tombent parfois sur les âmes et les rendent vibrantes comme la terre sous la gelée. Il reprit : « Qu’importe, d’ailleurs, un peu plus ou un peu moins de génie, puisque tout doit finir ! » Et il se tut. Duroy, qui se sentait le cœur gai, ce soir-là, dit, en souriant : « Vous avez du noir, aujourd’hui, cher maître. » Le poète répondit. « J’en ai toujours, mon enfant, et vous en aurez autant que moi dans quelques années. La vie est une côte. Tant qu’on monte, on regarde le sommet, et on se sent heureux ; mais, lorsqu’on arrive en haut, on aperçoit tout d’un coup la descente, et la fin qui est la mort. Ça va lentement quand on monte, mais ça va vite quand on descend. À votre âge, on est joyeux. On espère tant de choses, qui n’arrivent jamais d’ailleurs. Au mien, on n’attend plus rien... que la mort. » Duroy se mit à rire : « Bigre, vous me donnez froid dans le dos. » Norbert de Varenne reprit : « Non, vous ne me comprenez pas aujourd’hui, mais vous vous rappellerez plus tard ce que je vous dis en ce moment. » « Il arrive un jour, voyez- vous, et il arrive de bonne heure pour beaucoup, où c’est fini de rire, comme on dit, parce que derrière tout ce qu’on regarde, c’est la mort qu’on aperçoit. » « Oh ! vous ne comprenez même pas ce mot-là, vous, la mort. À votre âge, ça ne signifie rien. Au mien, il est terrible. » « Oui, on le comprend tout d’un coup, on ne sait pas pourquoi ni à propos de quoi, et alors tout change d’aspect, dans la vie. Moi, depuis quinze ans, je la sens qui me travaille comme si je portais en moi une bête rongeuse. Je l’ai sentie peu à peu, mois par mois, heure par heure, me dégrader ainsi qu’une maison qui s’écroule. Elle m’a défiguré si complètement que je ne me reconnais pas. Je n’ai plus rien de moi, de moi l’homme radieux, frais et fort que j’étais à trente ans. Je l’ai vue teindre en blanc mes cheveux noirs, et avec quelle lenteur savante et méchante ! Elle m’a pris ma peau ferme, mes muscles, mes dents, tout mon corps de jadis, ne me laissant qu’une âme désespérée qu’elle enlèvera bientôt aussi. » « Oui, elle m’a émietté, la gueuse, elle a accompli doucement et terriblement la longue destruction de mon être, seconde par seconde. Et maintenant je me sens mourir en tout ce que je fais. Chaque pas m’approche d’elle, chaque mouvement, chaque souffle hâte son odieuse besogne. Respirer, dormir, boire, manger, travailler, rêver, tout ce que nous faisons, c’est mourir. Vivre enfin, c’est mourir ! » » (de « Bel-Ami » par Guy de Maupassant)”

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Author:Maupassant Guy de
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“Apareció entonces un hombre delgado de chaleco pulido tocando el violín en la esquina. Debo explicar que a este hombre lo vi una vez al anochecer cuando yo era niño en Recife y el sonido extenuado y agudo subrayaba con una línea dorada el misterio de la calle oscura. Junto al hombre escuálido había una latita de zinc donde hacían un ruido seco las monedas de los que oían con gratitud porque él les sollozaba la vida. Sólo ahora entiendo y sólo ahora brotó en mí el sentido secreto: el violín es un aviso. Sé que cuando yo muera voy a oír el violín del hombre y pediré música, música, música.”

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Book:The Hour of the Star
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“In the lingering moments before you die your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living animal. It's not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It's in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you 'looks like we're not gonna make it this time.' You sit around a fire and recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anyone like your body. Your body has been with you everyday, good and bad. It's even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes.”

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Author:Anonymous
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“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”

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Book:Death is Nothing at All
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“No no, please please Please stop it Is this ‘cause my last name bears the name of the prophet? I don’t know no Akbar I don’t know no Ahmad So why the hell are you tying my hands and tilting my head back? Me no sign up for this Cloth warm, over my face You cut to the chase Cruciform, torturous ways I’m biting my lips Spine chills, trying to be brave So this is the place Sign my will, death is my fate”

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Book:Letter 19
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“I've heard of more ways to die in this war than I knew there were corpses. I've heard there isn't a battle where both sides don't shoot their own men -- sometimes on purpose and sometimes for mercy, but most of the time by mistake. I've heard boys on both sides are killing themselves, so they don't burn or smother or drown or starve, or pass whatever they're dying of to others. I've heard about guerrillas and murders and firing squads. I've reached the point where I don't know if anyone ever just dies from the other side's bullets.”

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Book:Sherman's March
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“The Ticking Spiral by Stewart Stafford Man - the only creature that knows it dies, Creates structures to measure its demise. To poke and prod with hows and whys; Hours, seconds, melted candles of surprise. From booming birth; to bankrupt death, From nascent looks; to the last breath, The torch is passed to generations yet. To carry forth in a cycle reset. The ticking clock of heartbeats ends, As we say goodbye to family and friends, To return to wherever we first transcend, Time's ever-flowing river never bends. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“An 87 on the left, an 87 on the right. If a guest is dissatisfied with an elevator operator he can note the number and report him to the nearest starter. 'That 87 is a son-of-a-bitch, that 87 took me four floors too high, 87 87 87, I wasted two minutes in this box, that goddam son-of-a-bitch 87!' It's fun to berate a number. It's fun to use numbers. 24,035 deported to Siberia. Fun. Forty-seven dead in an airplane crash. Fun. 7,038,456 needles sold. Fun. Tonight Mister X got lucky three times. Fun. Today Miss Y died once. Fun. Right now I'm alone and I'll take a pill and have more fun.”

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Book:Balta drobulė
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“I went to a foot specialist recently and she said: "You've broken a bone, it's healed funny." "What can you do?" "Not much." She strapped me up though and that's the reason my foot is hurting, because the strapping gave me cramp. When I'm about to die I'm going to head ti a swamp so I topple in when the time comes. In 50,000 years when they dig me up, pretty well preserved, the scientists will have to work out what sort of life I led from my bone structure, teeth and whatnot. Maybe I'll be clutching a Felt record or something to give them a clue. They'll look at my foot and say: "This man broke a bone and it's healed funny." And they'll look at the Felt record, analysing the grooves with a Groove Analyser and they'll say: "He was obviously in an indie band and one day the pressure got too much, and he booted a wall." And they wouldn't be far from the truth, those crazy scientists.”

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Book:The Celestial Café
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“The Path We Must Walk by Stewart Stafford From dust, we are conjured, And, to black hole dust, return, Greater than parts that made us, From first breath to a cremation urn. O rake the ashen cinders over, With smiling teardrops past, A speck of dust, every echo, In an inner eye, fading fast. The cheerful moon, light in darkness, A hint of blazing celestial glory, Thawing all terrestrial tension, Life's character, a remembrance story. From fleshly body to a child of light, Weather kissing an empty grave, Wilting flowers nod to obsolescence, Sentiment, memory, unharmed to save. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“The truest form of love is where you are able to put your own needs aside to do what is best for the one you love. If you could know where I am now and if you love as you say you do, you would never ever wish me back from the love and the comfort and the bliss of where I am and where I wait for you.”

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Book:Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge: A Dog's Afterlife Story of Loss, Love and Renewal
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“We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.”

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Book:Pearls Of Eternity
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“Death will paint everything a different shade of remorse. You’ll feel guilty that you’re still breathing. But you can’t stop. You’ll feel guilty for wanting to laugh again. And it will be awful the first time that you do. You’ll feel guilty for just about everything at first. And someday, at some point, you’ll start to feel guilty . . . for forgetting to feel guilty. But of all Heaven’s lessons, guilt isn’t one of them. You don’t need to hold on to it. It doesn’t need to be a practice and it shouldn’t be your life. Heaven would never approve of your guilt. Because Heaven has no regrets.”

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Book:Heaven Has No Regrets
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“They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on his chest, on his heart, on his lungs that took air in but could not move air out, on his open wound; her eyes were on him, and in their eyes was every block of uncounted, unaccounted-for time, every moment they had lived since June 22, 1941, the day war started for the Soviet Union. Her eyes were filled with everything she felt for him. Her eyes were true.”

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Book:The Summer Garden
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“What is the nature of this confusing way station between birth and (usually) death accompanied by obliteration of identity we call home? Planet, plane, simulation, hallucination, hell, heaven on earth … The hypotheses as to this realm’s true character are as many as there are bored conspiracy theorists tapping away on crusty laptops in their parents’ basements. But what if the childishly simple answer to our conundrum is given away in this aphorism popularized in ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’: ‘Life is but a dream’?”

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Book:Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality
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