Life is short for those who are truly able to understand that one day the entire world will come to a complete end. Not everyone is capable of that. Not everyone has the ability to comprehend what going away for all eternity really implies. There are too many distractions, hour by hour, minute by minute,… Continue reading Jostein Gaarder
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and this is eternity. — Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity. — Edvard Munch
You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me. — Henrik Ibsen, A Doll’s House. (Hard Press November 3, 2006) Originally published December 1879.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder. — Edvard Munch
