I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turnedand you with it, dust of the dust' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'
The thought of suicide is a great consolation by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
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