By Anne Frank
A man is born alone and dies alone; And he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; And he goes alone to hell or the supreme abode.
Karma brings us ever back to rebirth, binds us to the wheel of births and deaths. Good karma drags us back as relentlessly as bad, and the chain which is wrought out of our virtues holds as firmly and as closely as that forged from our vices.
I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.
If I used justice, you’d all be dead. The karma that you throw at me when you don’t like me, if I just let it come back, you’d all be destroyed in no time.
When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When bird dies, ants eat it. One tree can be made into million matchsticks but only one matchstick is enough to burn million trees. Circumstances can change at any time. You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you.
Time will slowly heal me and pull me out of misery. But I hope karma slowly gives you wounds that you deserve in your destiny.
I hope the bus you threw me under swerves to hit you on the sidewalk.
Nobody deserves misery but sometimes it’s just your turn.
Whether or not we believe in survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, and karma, it has very serious implications for our behavior.
When by the power of evil karma, misery is being tested, may the tutelary deities dissipate the misery.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.
Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
Whatever a man might do, whatever misery or heartache your children might give you – and they give you a lot – however much your parents irritate you – it doesn’t matter because you love them.
It is too much to hope that I shall keep up my success. I don’t ask for that. All I shall do is my best – and hope.
I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
We were strange in love, her and I. Too wild to last, too rare to die.
I promise to live a life so rich of love that at the end I will not be so shy of death.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.