Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. — Walt Whitman
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. — Walt Whitman
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. — Walt Whitman
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. — Walt Whitman
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. — Walt Whitman
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Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

— Walt Whitman
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Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons; let — Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
All suffer and none should have to. But why not? If suffering makes life seem more real or more abstract, both circumsta — Moonshine Noire
What happens when you die? Well, we're not completely sure. But the evidence seems to suggest that nothing happens. You' — Ernest Cline, Ready Player One
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I wonder if I talk like a dead man. My daughter once came home from school very excited about some lecture -this was yea — Rivka Galchen, Atmospheric Disturbances
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Have we ever thought to consider that God allows things in our lives to die so that in that death we might come to the p — Craig D. Lounsbrough
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One day with knowing the reality is better than hundred years without knowing the reality. — Muditha Champika, Theories of Nature and the Universe: Comparison of Pure Buddhist Philosophy and Science
The impeccable watchmaker geared the noble self to suffer. The ineluctable part of being human is perpetual sorrow, grie — Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
She was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoke — Rosamunde Pilcher, Coming Home