...In the end, there's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore. And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it's served.Philippe Claudel
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When you've lived an entire life, it's easy to have the idea of death in your mind. But, when you have nothing left to lose, death becomes a simple event. There's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore.
And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it’s served." - Ernest Hemingway
Source: Brodeck
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