die

We die a little every day and by degrees we__e reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

I thought you were dead,_ I say. __t almost killed me.___id it?_ His voice is neutral. __ou made a pretty fast recovery.___o. You don__ understand._ My throat is tight; I feel as though I__ being strangled. __ couldn__ keep hoping, and then waking up every day and finding out it wasn__ true, and you were still gone. I__ wasn__ strong enough.__e is quiet for a second. It__ too dark to see his expression: He is standing in shadow again, but I can sense that he is staring at me.Finally he says, __hen they took me to the Crypts, I thought they were going to kill me. They didn__ even bother. They just left me to die. They threw me in a cell and locked the door.___lex._ The strangled feeling has moved from my throat to my chest, and without realizing it, I have begun to cry. I move toward him. I want to run my hands through his hair and kiss his forehead and each of his eyelids and take away the memory of what he has seen. But he steps backward, out of reach.__ didn__ die. I don__ know how. I should have. I__ lost plenty of blood. They were just as surprised as I was. After that it became a kind of game__o see how much I could stand. To see how much they could do to me before I_____e breaks off abruptly. I can__ hear any more; don__ want to know, don__ want it to be true, can__ stand to think of what they did to him there. I take another step forward and reach for his chest and shoulders in the dark. This time, he doesn__ push me away. But he doesn__ embrace me either. He stands there, cold, still, like a statue.__lex._ I repeat his name like a prayer, like a magic spell that will make everything okay again. I run my hands up his chest and to his chin. ____ so sorry. I__ so, so sorry.__uddenly he jerks backward, simultaneously finding my wrists and pulling them down to my sides. __here were days I would rather they have killed me._ He doesn__ drop my wrists; he squeezes them tightly, pinning my arms, keeping me immobilized. His voice is low, urgent, and so full of anger it pains me even more than his grip. __here were days I asked for it__rayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you__he hope for it__as the only thing that kept me going._ He releases me and takes another step backward. __o no. I don__ understand.

To say goodbye, is to die a little.To say good morning, is a hope for a new sunshine in a cloudy winter.

...Pff... there is always a reason for everything if you go deeper and deeper under the sea you will die in the same time, even you will drown however you will find the reason. It's about 50 out of 100 which will mean 50% chance you have to live and 50% there is a chance to die.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

I loved the flowers that die, I loved the charm of the sky.

Fuck it,_ said Private First Class Chris Barnes, raising his hand. __et__ do it. This sounds like a great fucking idea. Who wants to get blown up?_ They started laughing. Watt, Barker, Cortez, and Private First Class Shane Hoeck all raised their hands. They did not give a damn anymore. It was all so absurd to them, that they were going to drive up and down a road for the next eight hours as bomb magnets. The only thing that they could do was laugh. __ooray! We__e going out to get blown up!_ they sang. __ho__ on board? Hey, who wants to come get blown up? Woohoo! Yeah, dude, I am ready to go fucking die! We are all going to fucking die!

A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence.

One moment people dicide to die, after all what happen, after all their mistakes they just want to die. They don't see a purpose - this isn't a film this is reality my father died!

If I died, I__ expect my guy to mourn me forever, and if he tried to hook up with someone else, I__ haunt him till he ended up in a crazy house. Then I__ haunt the girl.

The scandal with the Thirty Meter Telescope (TMT) atop Mauna Kea is how it managed to obtain a construction permit to build a manned telescope in a known biologically toxic environment to workers. How many more people need to die, get injured or develop long term very high altitude sickness that will last a lifetime?

It__ the only way to know you__e really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he__l watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It__ when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it__ when you actually care to the point of tormenting worry. It__ not roses and white horses, it__ fucking brutal and it can send a person running for the hills. To love is brave.

Why are we afraid of the silence that ensues after our death? Wasn__ it the same silence we endured before birth? Isn__ it the same silence we revel in when we are completely immersed in the present moment? Let us not be afraid.

Mom, mom, mama, mama wake up, wake up, wake up... (As far I see she won't wake up... she will wake up one moment on 80 then 90 and her life devastated and lost... What do I gain from here?From her work?? She will die and she won't realise that everything was useless what more worst than that???)

So_ die!?When is going to die this guy or that woman in series!????Kind of fucked up_ knowing the answer and continue watching.( Dexter, Person of Interest, Breaking Bad - On thoughts)

The best to do with a death was to move on from it.

Death actually never kills you, time does