Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say..

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say..

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say.. (Joshua Homme)

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh (Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie)

The truth is that he wanted to draw a little comfort from gazing at the stars. There were still one or two up there, at the zenith. As always, seeing them revived him; they were distant, they were omnipotent and at the same time they were docile to his calculations; just the contrary to humans, always too near, so weak and yet so quarrelsome

The truth is that he wanted to draw a little comfort from gazing at the stars. There were still one or two up there, at the zenith. As always, seeing them revived him; they were distant, they were omnipotent and at the same time they were docile to his calculations; just the contrary to humans, always too near, so weak and yet so quarrelsome

The truth is that he wanted to draw a little comfort from gazing at the stars. There were still one or two up there, at the zenith. As always, seeing them revived him; they were distant, they were omnipotent and at the same time they were docile to his calculations; just the contrary to humans, always too near, so weak and yet so quarrelsome (Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, The Leopard)