Life Death Quotes
The sum of his life was a unique melody, hauntingly beautiful and powerful.
Awareness of mortality exerts a unique power to focus the mind and heart on essentials.
We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.
What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.
Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?
Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
Not success. Not growth. Not happiness. The cradle of your love of life … is death.
What you don't think about when you're planning for children is when you're going to teach them how not to be killed
Without death, life would have no boundaries and our days would not be so precious. My mother was a firm believer in the common sense of nature.
The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and chaos that were tangled in my mind made that an impossibility.
What kind of lifehave you lived, little one, that everything seems to be a question of fair and unfair? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.
I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.
Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.
We tend to get a little information before we off people. It’s not a play by ear sort of deal.
They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them
Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.
Was. What does was actually mean? The verb to be. Past tense of is. Does it mean that someone is no longer being?
Seems like everything lead up to this dayand it's just like every day that's ever been.Sun goin' up and then the sunit goin' down.
It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.
Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played.
Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.
Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.
Mais, dans la mort d’un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.
Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate.
I don't want to die, but I don't want to be the only one to live, either. When I was sitting alone last night, I kind of figured maybe that's how Jesus felt.
Ölüyorum tanrımBu da oldu işte.Her ölüm erken ölümdürBiliyorum tanrım.Ama, ayrıca, aldığın şu hayatFena değildir...Üstü kalsın...
I once feared death. It is said that death begins with the absence of life. And life begins when death is no longer feared. I have stared death in the eye and survived.
His will to live was waning, and it made him almost transparent, as though rather than dying, he might just disappear one day, leaving behind only a vague scent of regret.
Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?
A divine power knows the end from the beginning.
The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.
If I knew how and where to sacrifice myself, I must know how and where to save myself.
I do not know how it all started, but I would certainly play my part in how it all ends.
Aflame in black ecstasy, orders extinguished:after deathhow will I know my love was true, this sacrifice not an exercise in vanity?
