After all, how often do we get a second chance?
life-and-death
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.. We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.
Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.
I am Josephine Darly, and I intend to live forever.
Losing never come easy. First off, preserved the memories.
Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.
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Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
We trouble our life by thoughts about death, and our death by thoughts about life.
Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.
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If your life was complete, you'd be dead.
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When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.
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It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.
It's like that, I guess, when the past come to collect what you owe.
Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.
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Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.
Make every day count.. Even when you think it's the worst day of your life; for you never know when it'll be your last.
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You're still alive. That means you're winning.
If there is one thing I have learned, from loving Jessamine and even from the evil tasks you have made me do, it is that all forms of life are worthy of compassion.
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You just want to give up, he said when he was able to speak. Only you keep going. You still have to get up in the morning and pour the cereal in the bowls. You keep on breathing, whether you want to or not. Nobody's around to tell you how it's supposed to work. The usual rules just don't apply anymore. He was still talking, but she wasn't even sure if it was to her. When it started, he said, I thought nothing could be worse than those first days. And it wasn't only us, but everyone else you'd see, wandering around like they'd landed on a whole different planet. Instead of just dealing with your own heart getting ripped into pieces, wherever you looked you knew there were other people dealing with the same thing. You couldn't even be alone with it. Like you're out in the ocean and the undertow catches you and you start yelling for help, but then you look around, and all around you in the water for as far as you can see, there's all these other people flailing too. He sat there for a moment, shaking his head. You keep getting up in the morning and knowing this will continue maybe ten thousand more mornings. You wish you were the one who died. How much better would that be?
When you depart I'll blow you a Kiss take it to the Loved ones I already Miss.
One life, One love, One breath, One people, One chance to make a difference. If we are not one in LIFE we surely will be one on DEATH.
Jumping out of a perfectly good air plane is like driving through life without a good set of brakes.
In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.
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Life moved, as inconstant and fickle as Wind Baby, frolicking, sleeping, weeping, but never truly still. Never solid or finished. Always like water flowing from one place to the next. Seed and fruit. Rain and drought, everything traveled in a gigantic circle, an eternal process of becoming something new. But we rarely saw it. Humans tended to see only frozen moments, not the flow of things.
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