“We each carry our own designated end within us, our very own death ripening at its own rate inside of us. There are insignificant people who are harboring unawares the grandeur of large deaths. We carry it in us like a darkening fruit. It opens and spills out. That is death.”
“We are not cowed into timidity by death and life. Were we forced to rely on our own shabby resources we would be pitiful people in deed. But the awareness of Christ's present risenness persuades us that we are buoyed up and carried on by a life greater than our own.”
“Life will undertake to separate us, and we must each set off in search of our own path, our own destiny or our own way of facing death.”
“Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.”
“People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.”
“We are all very special...each of one us in our own way!”