The final curtain falls on Ophelia's tale, a somber symphony of life's fleeting beauty.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Ophelia's story ends in tragedy, a reminder of the fragility of life's delicate thread. 💔
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
The echoes of Ophelia's sorrow linger in the air, a haunting reminder of life's fleeting nature. 💔