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"He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist."
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"Life has an end. We are all on a transit."
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Personal Development
"For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause."
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"One day we will all wear a garment which has no pockets..."
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"Her words didn't have the acrid smell of death."
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"Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."
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"People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned."
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Personal Development
"Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead."
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"All who die, are all worldly beings (sansari " believing the worldly life to be real)."
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"Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person's life its true meaning."
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"Nothing matters when you are dead, and, you are dead when nothing matters."
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"He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the world's store of ideas which had always existed ready-made and which people only borrowed, like books from a library."
Philosophy
"He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. He pressed her to him. She understood that he loved her and this suddenly filled her with sadness. She felt sad that he loved her so much, and she felt like crying."
Love
"A person's destiny often ends before his death."
Fate
"The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish."
Time
"Dreaming is not only an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten."
Dreams
"Is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about? ... Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us."
Fate
"I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be."
Identity
"(God) being the old man invented in order to, and with whom to, hold long conversations."
Spiritual
"Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."
Writing
"The physical contact with people who struck and trampled and killed one another seemed far worse to him than a solitary death in the purity of the waters."
Death
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