We all know that everything will end some day, but we can not let that slow us. We must not let that stop us from living.

You can not escape death: the end always reach you.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.

These are the hands of Rachel Joy Scott and one day, will touch millions of people's hearts.

A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape