All heiresses are beautiful.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
In America, burial means an embalmed body in a heavy-duty casket with a vault built over it, so that the ground doesn’t settle. That body is encased in many layers of denial.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Death in its natural state can be very beautiful. When you think about a body that’s died of natural causes – family taking care of it – all of that is very beautiful.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
If people really knew what they were getting into with their third chemotherapy treatment, or getting a pacemaker when they’re 92, if they really knew what that was going to mean, they might say no, and we should give them that information.
If we ignore our death, we end up just going around completely oblivious to why we do the things we do!
The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.