I can't look at everything hard enough! — Thornton Wilder, Our Town
I can't look at everything hard enough! — Thornton Wilder, Our Town
I can't look at everything hard enough! — Thornton Wilder, Our Town
I can't look at everything hard enough! — Thornton Wilder, Our Town
I can't look at everything hard enough! — Thornton Wilder, Our Town
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I can't look at everything hard enough!

— Thornton Wilder, Our Town
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More “Death” Quotes

Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him? — Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
The most ruthless of all humans are the ones cornered in by death. — Yuu Watase, Fushigi Yûgi: Genbu Kaiden, Vol. 06
Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re — Eileen Wilks, Mortal Ties
Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could — Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
He thought he saw some horses, too, and a clown, but it was the faces of all those dead raptors that really bothered him — Vernon D. Burns, Gods of the Jungle Planet
I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo) — Epicurus
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead. — Wilfred Owen, The Poems Of Wilfred Owen
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five
Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt t — Anita Diamant, The Red Tent
I exist here, now. I'm not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exa — Yohji Yamamoto, My Dear Bomb
O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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