Death Quote by Albert Borris — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.”

“When Sherri asks questions about who would find me if I killed myself and what their reaction would be, I think that whoever knew me would be sad. But then everybody would get over it. I would fade away. I don't think I'm that important to anyone. Nobody's opinion about me killing myself would stop me from doing it.”

“I've been asked by lots of people, "What happens if you do kill yourself?" They want to know about what it would be like for other people around you, like the person who would find your body, the other kids at school, whoever would have to clean up the blood, what your family holidays would be like.”

“They say that if you really want to kill yourself, no one can stop you. There are too many ways to do it. You can jump off a bridge or a building. You can hang yourself. You can crash a car or slit your wrists or swim out really far into the ocean until you drown. Sometimes I wonder why I'm not dead, if I really wanted to kill myself.”

“the truth will set u free but first it will piss u off”

“My darling, I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun. . . I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted — to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps...”

“To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”

“The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.”

“آیا اتاق من یک تابوت نبود؟ رخت خوابم سردتر از گور نبود؟ رخت خوابی که همیشه افتاده بود و مرا دعوت به خوابیدن می کرد ـ چند ین بار این فکر برایم آمده بود که در تابوت هستم ـ شب ها به نظرم اتاقم کوچک میشد و مرا فشار می داد، آیا در گور همین احساس را نمی کنند؟ آیا کسی از احساسات بعد از مرگ خبر دارد؟ اگر چه خون در بدن می ایستد و بعد از یک شبانه روز بعضی از اعضای بدن شروع به تجزیه شدن می کنند، ولی تا مدتی بعد از مرگ موی سر و ناخن می روید. آیا احساسات و فکر هم بعد از ایستادن قلب از بین می روند و یا تا مدتی باقی مانده خونی که در عروق کوچک هست زنده گی مبهمی دنبال می کنند؟ حس مرگ خودش ترس ناک است چه برسد به آن که حس بکنند که مرده اند! پیر های هستند که با لب خند می میرند، مثل این که خواب به خواب می روند و یا پیه سوزی که خاموش می شود. اما یک نفر جوان قوی که ناگهان می میرد و همه ی قوای بدنش تا مدتی بر ضد مرگ می جنگند آیا چه احساساتی خواهد کرد؟”