The act of dying is one of the acts of life.
The act of dying is one of the acts of life.
Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.
Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.
Maro, you' give me nothing while you live, but, after death, you cry, then, you'll give If thou art not indeed turned arrant ass, Thou know'st what I desire to come to pass
If fame is only to come after death, I am in no hurry for it
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Death is a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories