Though this may be play to you Tis death to us. — Aesop
Though this may be play to you Tis death to us. — Aesop
Though this may be play to you Tis death to us. — Aesop
Though this may be play to you Tis death to us. — Aesop
Though this may be play to you Tis death to us. — Aesop
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Though this may be play to you Tis death to us.

— Aesop
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More “Death” Quotes

He held her and rocked her, believing, rightly or wrongly, that Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imp — Stephen King, Pet Sematary
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One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-b — Edward Abbey, Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside
I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime's independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to — Rosie Thomas, Iris & Ruby
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The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and — Clive Barker, The Great and Secret Show
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Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. — William Goodman
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