From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. – Edvard Munch Category: Día de los Muertos
All say, “How hard it is that we have to die” – a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. – Mark Twain Category: Día de los Muertos
Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in. – George Bernard Shaw Category: Día de los Muertos
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? – Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet" Category: Día de los Muertos
Something about glamour interested me. All my schoolbooks had drawings of women on terraces with a cocktail and a cigarette. – Bill Blass Category: Women
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise. – Marcus Aurelius Category: Beauty
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age. – Victor Hugo Category: Age
