“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.”

“Yes, death. 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 to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.”

“So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?”

“we have three days in our life, yesterday, today and tomorrow. we all live for today hoping for tomorrow that never comes and blaming yesterday for leaving us.today is just but a present from creator that must be sent as if it is our last on earth doing the best we can.”

“Sooner or later, however, we must realise there is no station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive once and for all. The journey is the joy. The station is an illusion - it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday belongs to a history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.”

“This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.”