alive

I wanted something that I could look back on and say, yes, you were fighting too, you burned to be alive, and whatever failure or accident of nature caused you to be killed could be explained by something other than the fact that I'd missed your giving up.

We walked beside each other, talking about things we should have been least concerned about. But at that moment, it was those things that kept me alive.

Just because I__ breathing, doesn__ mean I__ alive; vice versa.

The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.

He feels her heart race madly against his own and for a second he thinks it__ finally happened , he__ come alive.

He's seen me at my stray dog lowest and still he stood behind me, did everything he could to help me. He saw the future I could have before I even wanted it for myself, and he was the one to push me towards it. That's faith. Growing up, I thought faith was about believing Jesus died for us and that if I held on to that, I'd get to meet him when I died too. But faith doesn't mean that to me anymore. Now it means someone seeing something in you that you've never seen in yourself, and not giving up until you see it too. I want that. I miss that.

Haven__ you learned yet? Someone has to be the villain so everyone else can stay alive.

And sometimes,even if everything seems unreala strange force will appeardragging you back the 'so called' real.

Many things might have caused pain this year. The good thing is that we would not have felt them if we weren't alive. Thankful that I'm alive!

Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive! Don't you like this?

Miss you?" He grated the incredulous question, dropping his mouth to her temple. "You left me without a soul. I can barely remember the days since you left. They passed without me feeling a single thing. Because you are feeling for me. You're the only thing that keeps me from being numb. Twice in my life you've turned me back into a living, breathing man, and missing you... missing you, Peggy, doesn't even begin to cover it. You revive me.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

I feel like I__ going to get in a fight one day about the validity of falling in love so fast. Not a heated one because why would I give a shit if some other person gets it or not? Right now, it__ no longer the big flooding rush like when I saw her naked shoulder. It__ just this honest, frank truth. I love Evelyn Shriner. Love doesn__ start with need. Love meets love and just fucking recognizes itself. I__ supposed to be scared to death. Modern man isn__ built for these kinds of things. But I feel good.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

And that__ the problem. When you__ealive, people can hurt you. It__ easier to crawl into a bonecage or a snowdrift of confusion. It__ easier to lock everybodyout.But it__ a lie.

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

Wild waves rise and fall when they arrive And that__ what makes the calm sea alive