“My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.”
“Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.”
“My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.”
“Lies come from fear, from cowardice.”
“Being strong is not the same as being a strong being. I should know because cowardice runs in my family, as I always run from my fears.”
“Dying a thousand deaths in my head to protect you is better than losing you one time in the flesh."~ Gustaf Ræliksen”