Death would ease her pain and suffering, but it had succeeded in breaking his heart.

She always believed love was good and hate was much better. But, indifference would’ve made her a no one.

No person can escape the germs of their eventual deterioration and destruction. A round-table of physical breakdown and death awaits the rich person and the poor person, as well as the common people and world leaders. The skulls of noble men and savages alike litter the streets of ancient cities. Modern humans live longer than the ancient people did, but eventually we all succumb to the same wretched infirmities.

I have decided to catch a Heffalump.

To be poor is to suffer. It's the kind of suffering that freezes the heart stone cold.

How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.
'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,' Piglet replied.
'You mean to die?' asked Pooh.
'Yes and no,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on.