We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Each time we don't say what we wanna say, we're dying.
Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched...
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.
In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?
Gotta be a better way for me. Death is coming around the corner any day for me. Keep the snakes and the vulchers away from me. Moma please moma please can you pray for me.
Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.
The arms race is a race to death’s arms.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
And what would humans be without love?"
RARE, said Death.
Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.
...Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel's hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.
It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly!
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies
You fuck - you ate my cat!
Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.
In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
Even death has a heart.
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.
No,’ Nico said. ‘Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.’ As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could’ve been talking about himself. He decided not to bring that up.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
The life you have left is a gift. Cherish it. Enjoy it now, to the fullest. Do what matters, now.
There is no escape - we pay for the violence of our ancestors.
Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
Nothing is ever certain.
You can’t live your life thinking death is going to come all the time. You have to live life and if it comes, then we can only hope we were able to do all the things we wanted. He has to want to do something. Everyone does.
I like Dancing of Indian girls more than my parents’ prayers . Because they dance with love and passion . But my parents just say their prayers because they got used to it .
Life is a bitter sweet journey my friend, a bitter sweet journey.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.
The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
Men should think twice before making widowhood women's only path to power.
I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.
Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.
Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.
He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.
One of the inescapable encumbrances of leading an interesting life is that there have to be moments when you almost lose it.
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One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It's one of the oldest urges in mankind. It's a way of stalling death.
At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.
He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.
But that's the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must've know I'd become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.
He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
This world
that was our home
for a brief spell
never brought us anything
but pain and grief;
its a shame that not one of our problems
was ever solved.
We depart
with a thousand regrets
in our hearts.
I recognized my work for what it was-as unimportant a drug as cigarettes to get one through the weeks and years. If we are extinguished by death, as I still try to believe, what point is there in leaving some books behind any more than bottles, clothes, or cheap jewellry?
I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.
Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;
If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!
Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't.
I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room
When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.
Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.
Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.
The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.
I want you to tell all these people that I wanted more time to spend with them. Tell them I meant to, tell them I wanted to hear what they said and tell them what was on my mind.
I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.
Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you with time.
Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;
My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.
He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist.
We enter the world with fists closed and when we leave, our hands are open. He said I should make full use of the time given to me for my life
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.
We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.
Don't be decieved by your mortality, you're just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.
Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.
We do not have to see the beginning and the end of our lives, but we must close our eyes and live as if we didn't start or would never end.
One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.