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We need not fear death, for it is simply the next phase of life. We never die, we simply change form - just as we have since the day we were born.

Only the good die young, the bad petite-mort

That wouldn't be a bad way to die...giving off light for millions of years after you're gone.

But pity there was none. For all his old age, and his one arm, and his blind eyes, he must die the death and be murdered, in order to light the gay bridals and other merry-makings of men, and also to illuminate the solemn churches that preach unconditional inoffensiveness by all to all.

It__ a strange myth that atheists have nothing to live for. It__ the opposite. We have nothing to die for. We have everything to live for.

At times, we need to let our choices die, for us to get a better direction in life.

The start and the end is same for all of us. We were all born, and we will all die - in the same state. It is the journey where we experience Happiness.

When you die you say "Game Over" and that's all the game is over. You as an actor you die with this character stuff, but a new character is build.

People don__ die so the universe can gauge your reaction. They die because life is finite.

There are those who live and die giving love, without receiving any. And those who live life just taking, never giving. So the universe gives a boon to a few lucky souls: Who they love will love them back__ll their lives.

How do we keep convincing young people to die in fights they didn__ start for reasons we__e too devious to tell the truth about? It__ way too easy for governments to spend other people__ blood. Maybe only the sons and daughters of those who declare the wars should be allowed to fight and die.

Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I__e heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. But you are fortunate in your ignorance, in your isolation. You who have suffered, find where love hides. Give, share, lose__est we die, unbloomed .

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

I am only a human. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _I plot. I scheme. I believe my own lies. _ _ _ I err. I sin. I look the other way even if something inside me dies. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I get away with almost everything. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Why? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Because I am only a human.

This planet is dying. The human rase is killing it. ...If the Earth dies, you die. If you die, the Earth survives.

Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well--a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored...an echo of memories that will never die, no matter how hard we try to kill them.

Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate.

When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.