The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Death showed up in my life very early on, so I'm aware of it. If you look at most of the things I write there's a sort of contemplation of mortality - although 'True Blood' doesn't fall into that. Even though there's such a ridiculously high body count!
Time is a gift and a threat because we are bodily creatures. We only come into existence through the bodies of others, but that very body destines us to death. We must be born and we must die.
Lack of time is a real health killer.
Death is very mysterious to us. One moment someone is there with us, and the next moment they're not.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.
Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.
In moments of transcendence, when time stands still, your biological clock will stop. The spirit is that domain of our awareness where there is no time.
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
I never went through a biological clock experience. I never even heard it ticking.
Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.