alive

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

I think it__ glorious to be nervous. Being nervous is great! How often do we get nervous on a daily basis? Being slightly nervous means you care, and you__e alive, and you__e taking some kind of risk. Hooray for being nervous! A friend told me to substitute the word __xcitement_ for __ervous_. That way you acknowledge the physical feelings without putting a negative spin on things. So to answer your question, sometimes I still get so excited about __pdate_ that I want to throw up

Don't die famous. The things they will say you did and said would make you rise up in anger if you were alive.

I'm always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can't see anything...the spell of ignorance

Don't look shy if you wear rag and people gag, many are in the grave wearing skeleton, and you should even be happier for wearing a skin without clothes.

He has the feeling that merely by being alive he is blocking his own way. From this sense of hindrance, in turn, he deduces the proof that he is alive.

I still believe in miracles, because being alive is a miracle on its own.

It is very sad to see children live like orphans whilst their parents are still alive. After all, children need the constant love of parents.

...don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...

Art is the expression of appreciation of beauty real or imagined. It's also an examination of what it means to be alive with all its varied things, emotions, and experiences. We are forever trying to explain ourselves to the world or the world to ourselves.

when Whitman wrote, __ sing the body electric__ know what hemeantI know what hewanted:to be completely alive every momentin spite of the inevitable.we can__ cheat death but we can make itwork so hardthat when it does takeusit will have known a victory just asperfect asours

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we're told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don't need me.nor do theliving.but the dead might needeachother.in fact, the dead might needeverything weneedandwe need so muchif we only knewwhat itwas.it isprobablyeverythingand we will allprobably dietrying to getitor diebecause wedon't getit.I hopeyou will understandwhen I am deadI got as muchaspossible.

Too late. It was all too late. But she went on, determined as ever and always trying to catch up.