I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.

No matter how cynical you become, it's never enough to keep up.

Your problem is your role models were models.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

And all the trips you know you missed And all the lips you never kissed Cut through you like a knife. And now you see stretched out before thee Just another st…

Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild wit…