die

Fly (poem from the book Blue Bridge)Delicate, / butterfly winged, / we vainly push against the sky, / each trying to find our place.Yes, we are going to die, / let's not beat about the bush. / Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, / maybe even years from now. Meanwhile, / we have someone who loves us, / someone to love. / Surely there is no need to hesitate.

There is always time, it is never too late....When you die and you haven't done it, then it's too late!

No one wants to die with vacation time on the books.

I begin to cry as my walls of my resolve break down. I don't know how long I can hold on. The pain is horrid and I curl into myself wrestling with a wish to die and a wish to live. Both have their perks. Only one will release me from this agony.

I'll never buy a cell phone, I'd rather die than have a cell phones. Cell phones are the 21st century's ball and chain.

promise me, Sam: whatever it takes to win, whatever it takes to survive.___strid___uddenly she grabbed his face with one hand and squeezed too hard. __ou listen to me. I__ not losing you because you played fair. You__e not getting killed. You__e not dying. This isn__ some doomed last mission. Do you understand me? This does not end with me crying and missing you every day for the rest of my life. This ends with us walking out of this nightmare together. You and me, Sam.

Don't DIE byreading BOOKSSomething's out there in the world to bea part of LIFE . . .!

Why do we cry when somebody die, we can't bring him, back we just lose time crying and feeling miserable and after few days we just find that we can't bring him! (Note: I have Written a story about my dog which died, in the series of The Life Of One KId)

I'd die for your sins, but I'd probably enjoy them first

If you don__ die screaming in this war, then you__e fuckin_ doing it wrong. At least I__ fucking doing it right.

Here have I come to die,' he said, 'and where else could I ask to die but in your arms?

After you died I realized thatI never really like hunting.I just like hanging out with you.

No offense, Sam, but you__e going off the road. Off the road! Sam! You__e going off the road!___o, I__ not; shut up,_ Sam snapped as he guided the huge truck back onto the road, narrowly avoiding overturning in the ditch.__his is how I__ going to die,_ Jack said. __rammed in like this in a ditch.___h, please,_ Sam said. __ou__e strong enough to tear your way out even if we did crash.___o me a favor and rescue me, too,

My parents had told me that I would not really die, not the real me: that nobody really died, when they died; that my kitten and the opal miner had just taken new bodies and would be back again, soon enough.

Life is one wall which stay in front of you as much you push as more stronger it gets. Sometimes you can pass it others not and in most cases from so many pushes you get injured badly and you die!

Preach the Gospel, die, and be forgotten.

Death can ride the wind,and he can also walk the streets,looking for those listed,or those he accidently meets.A touch or a whisper,the smell of his breath,it's what lets us know,he beckons that we're next.And hide he doth find,in a closet or a chest,because our days were numbered,'cause death doesn't jest.

Santa can't die, he punish bad people. Behave well and you won't punished!