He had visited his family the evening before, eaten dinner with Renee and Chris, his grandson, in the pretence that everything was ordinary, but in fact to service his end-game ruse. He was going over the mountains, he'd said, to hunt for quail in willow canyons, he had no particular canyons in mind, he intended to return on Thursday evening, though possibly, if the hunting was good, he would return on Friday or Saturday. The lie was open-ended so that his family wouldn't start worrying until he'd been dead for as long as a week - so none would miss or seek him where he rotted silently in the sage. Ben imagined how it might be otherwise, his cancer a pestilent force in their lives, or a pall descending over them like ice, just as they'd begun to emerge from the pall of Rachel's death. The last thing they needed was for Ben to tell hem of his terminal colon cancer. David Guterson
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>So I am doing what seems the...
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Virginia Woolf
Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What?Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my...
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Nicholas Sparks
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
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Robert Jordan
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Dylan Thomas
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly...
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Henry Scott Holland
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The world was incomprehensibly intricate, and yet this forest made a simple sense in her heart that she felt nowhere else.
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