Category Archives: A Rite of Passage

“To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns or the sharp stones on life’s path.”

- Kahlil Gibran

“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.'”

- Author Unknown

“Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly, they are passed on unopened.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke

“All say how hard it is that we have to die — a strange complaint from the mouths of people who have had to live.”

- Mark Twain

“Death – the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening”

- Sir Walter Scott

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

- Anais Nin

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Category Archives: A Rite of Passage

“To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns or the sharp stones on life’s path.”

“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.'”

“Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly, they are passed on unopened.”

“All say how hard it is that we have to die — a strange complaint from the mouths of people who have had to live.”

“Death – the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

Category Archives: A Rite of Passage

“To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns or the sharp stones on life’s path.”

“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.'”

“Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly, they are passed on unopened.”

“All say how hard it is that we have to die — a strange complaint from the mouths of people who have had to live.”

“Death – the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”