dying

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead.

Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.

From now on it is not dying we must fear, but living.

When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death_ And they should! ...For they are 'in' life.

A life's meaning comes not from the manner in which one dies, but in the manner in which one lives.

The only thing your life teaches you is how to live your life. And that__ only if you__e very lucky. And you listen very hard.

I had to hope there was more to life than death. More to living than not dying.

A hero stands up to the villain in themselves.

Life and death are something everyone will experience. It is living that only few will have embraced

Perspective is as simple as answering this question: If I had 5 months to live would I experience this problem differently?

In the midst of life we are in death,'" said Miss Ophelia.

I want to tell them that almost dying is awfully easy. Its the living that's hard.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

I know a little of living and a little of dying. I know how to survive, i have mastered it as a soldier gains mastery of his weapons. Yet i prefer dying, for in dying i learn to live.

It's peculiar to me,' she said, 'that everybody pays so much attention to living and so little to dying. Why are these high-powered scientists always screwing around trying to prolong life instead of finding pleasant ways to end it? There must be a hell of a lot of people in the world like me--who want to die but haven't got the guts.

I don't want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.