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“She did not want to move or to speak. She wanted to rest, to learn, to dream. She felt very tired.”

— Virginia Woolf

“The question, which in my fiftieth year had brought me to the notion of suicide, was the simplest of all questions… “What will come from what I am doing now, and may do tomorrow? What will come from my whole life?” otherwise expressed—“Why should I live? Why should I wish for anything? Why should I do anything?” Again, in other words: “Is there any meaning in my life which will not be destroyed by the inevitable death awaiting me?”

Tolstoy

"Epicurus had summed up as to why no one needs to be afraid of death. It cannot touch us. “While we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.”"

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