If a door opens on it's own. And you say ' come in '. Have you invited death in? If death came in, would you sat and share with death your plan? If you make death cry, it may stay. But if you fill it with laughter it may just go away. Close the door. Just watch as death seems to just evaporate away
'Cherish the fabulous, the fantastic, the beautiful, the graceful, the moments of abandon, laughter, quirkiness. Cherish the tiny incredible details, the gigantic & varied display, and the infinite depths - of life.'
I miss you when something good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one that understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.
Everything I think I own is simply borrowed: sustained to complete life's journey. Learn to take a little - give a little. Never expecting too much in return. Go with the current of the river: sometimes rough, other times clam. It's not always a smooth ride. Do things which create laughter and smiles. Once you know these rules there's NO anxieties or depression. ALL is well in my world.
For public opinion does not admit that lofty rapturous laughter is worthy to stand beside lofty lyrical emotion and that there is all the difference in the world between it and the antics of a clown at a fair.
(Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol (1809-1852), Russian author, dramatist. Dead Souls, pt. 1, ch. 7 (1842), trans. by David Magarshak (1961).)