When you've loved and you've lost someone close to you, nobody feels like you.
But every time that happens, your heart grows stronger. Because they all keep on living within you, keep on fighting for you. It means that you can see them, talk to'em, when you really want it.
And when the time comes, they will meet you in your last hour and lead you through. Through death.

[Do not pity the dead. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.
Because there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.]

What we fear is not the death, but the vagueness.

[Dying does not hurt. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.]

If you are able to accept it, if you are sure to prove your existence, death becomes just a guide of yours. Out of this world. On to your dreams and happiness. Otherwise you may try living once again. But do you want to lose your memory? Of course, it's the most simple way out. But there is always another one...
The man always has a choice between life and death.

[Смерть пересекает наш мир подобно тому, как дружба пересекает моря, - друзья всегда живут один в другом. Ибо их потребность друг в друге, любовь и жизнь в ней всесущи. В этом божественном стекле они видят лица друг друга, и беседа их столь же вольна, сколь и чиста. Таково утешение дружбы, ибо хотя о них и можно сказать, что им предстоит умереть, все же их дружба и единение существуют, в наилучшем из смыслов, вечно, поскольку и то и другое бессмертно.]

And in the end, if you imagine death, there is no death at all. Because you know it.

[“Tell me one last thing. Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”]

@music: The Rasmus - Not Like the Other Girls
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