死
I'm not a fucking role model.
Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.
The only way to deal with death is to transform everything that precedes it into art.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."
"Die Vergangenheit ist nie tot, sie ist nicht einmal vergangen."
"Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one."
"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The sea is a metaphor for everything: life, death, the unknown.
The dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
We are all going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
"The past is never dead. It's not even past."