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Happy May ☀️
6/4/2023
Today was a rainy cozy day spent eating waffles, drinking hot beverages, and reading novels instead of as well as studying.
Devils Horns sunrise during a partial eclipse (2019) located: Al Wakrah, Qatar
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The Last Words Of 25 Famous Dead Writers
When you've dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten." Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: "I want nothing but death." In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: "I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax – this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet–” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?" Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: "Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!" He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: "Go away! I’m all right." He didn't know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: "More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!" “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: "Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies." When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: "I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
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