There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.
There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.
It's not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
Fairness doesn't govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.
Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.
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