Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Hey Lucy, I remember your name I left a dozen roses on your grave today I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away I just came to talk for a while I got some things I need to say.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
BuddhaDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 483 v. Chr.) Zur Autorenbiographie
