Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can.
Yann Martel
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Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.
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Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious
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