die

The graveyard is an everlasting resting place.

Watching someone you love_ die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It__ like waking up from a bad dream only to find out that it__ you reality, it__ like watching sunlight fade from the sky, like watching death suck the one you love dry, and being powerless to stop it. You may as well try to stop the waves from rolling in, or the sun from rising.In the end, the waves will roll, the sun will set, and death will come. The only thing you have a choice in? How you deal with it_when it does.

Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.

When we are faced with circumstances, He gives us the Power to endure! When we are faced with loss, He grants us the Poise to hold on. When we come across failure, He installs back in us the Potential to rise up again. When we meet death, He gave us the Pleasure to be carried up into the Lovely coasts of eternity!

I don't think those who die are any better than those who stay alive. They just look better. They can't mess anything up anymore.

To live only for pleasure is to die while living.

He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewish carpenter so He could shed His blood, suffer, and die for the forgiveness of our sins.

You gain inner peace when you become comfortable with the reality of death.

Treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, tend to the roots, and always make sure the petals are full of color and are never curling. Once you neglect your plant, it will die, as will your relationship.

Don__ Die_ Waiting to Be Brave is about the synchronistic nature of life, love, trust, gratitude, forgiveness and the crooked road of success.

... we sat back and let the moon shine itself all over her, and we saw that Tia was full of light. Billy said that when we die the darkness leaves us.'We're pure and perfect then,' he said, 'the way we are when we're born.

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another's light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages yet,Void amphitheatres of death.And all about the cosmic sky,The black that lies beyond our blue,Dead stars innumerable lie,And stars of red and angry hueNot dead but doomed to die.

The only thing you must do, flesh-child, is die. The rest is but a trick of light in the foam on the waves.

Sam, no!_ Edilio snapped.Sam missed a step, then stopped. He looked at Edilio, puzzled.__e__e scattered. And we can__ risk you. You die and the light dies with you.___re you out of your mind? You think I__ going to let Drake come in here and take Diana?___ot you, Sam. Dekka, yes. Orc, yes. He__ out there, too. And send Jack as well. Anyone but you.__am looked like he__ been punched. Like someone had knocked the wind out of him. He blinked and started to say something and stopped.__ou aren__ replaceable, Sam. Figure it out, okay? It__ going dark and you make light. So this isn__ going to be your battle. Not now. It__ on the rest of us to step up.

If you accept that you can die at any time - then you might not be as ambitious as you are

I don't want to die while I still have beautiful reasons to die for.

I am willing to be vulnerable and embrace the natural flow of life rather than trying to direct it to my own course and yet it has given me new courage because there is no consequence that could come as close as wanting to die_ The ver worst thing that can happen in a life is wanting to end it. So I live more bravely than ever with more respect for others and myself.

I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them. I write because I could not tell her that my life has fallen into categories. I write because I am no longer able to see the spark in her eyes! I write because she used to read my words but she is no longer by me to read! I admit, sometimes, I wish if I can sleep for the rest of the life! Does this really makes sense?