dying

What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her__hat I lived long enough to have her love me back.

We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of?It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.

Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

Why are my sons followed thus by darkness?'...'Because they were born in the house of flesh, therefore death follows at their heels.

And what cats have to tellon each return from hellis this: that dying is what the living do, that dying is what the loving do, and that dead dogs are those who do not knowthat dying is what, to live, each has to do.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it.But I livedAnd I am happy about that.

All who are born are always dying.

It__ not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' _, Why!Why can__ we leave this life slowly?

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated__ot lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living_sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves.

Dying__ easy. It__ living that__ hard.

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and--what will perhaps make you wonder more--it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

The worker picked up Pakhom__ spade, dug a grave, and buried him - six feet from head to heel, exactly the amount of land a man needs.

Get busy living or get busy dying.__ Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

Just make sure that the thing you're living for is worth dying for." --Levi

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for