life-and-death

This life is not perfect, live it to the full, it's all we have

Life has a meaning but do not set out to find out. Just live it out.

If I had a choice, I wouldn__ be here_ I wouldn__ be anywhere.

Student: I don't feel like living anymore. Teacher: If you don't feel like doing something then don't do. This means that in finding many ways how not to live your life, you have the possibility to discover how to live your life.

Life is but a dream for the dead.

Only when you accept that one day you'll die can you let go, and make the best out of life. And that's the big secret. That's the miracle.

For where else can I go to sample daily the richness of life in all its profound chaos?

My fugitive years are all hasting away,And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see,Have a being less durable even than he.

What is this?! I couldn't die back when I would've been glad to die anywhere, anytime, but now that dying would take hardly any effort, suddenly I can't afford to yet? What the hell am I supposed to do?

Death is never an ending, death is a change;Death is beautiful, for death is strange;Death is one dream out of another flowing.

You know I don't understand what you mean, right?" I asked. "I'm counting on it," she said, and then her eyes focused behind me. "I think your friends are upset that I've stolen you."Suddenly I could feel all their eyes boring into my back. For once, it didn't bother me at all."They'll survive."She grinned. "I may not give you back, though."I swallowed too loud and she laughed.

Careful with your life.

LIFE never really ends... It just changes. You never lose your loved ones, you gain guardian angels.

We are so rebellious that when we die our cells refuse to live a second longer. But our souls they live always....

We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. it's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There's just decisions and disease and death.

Once born, how long a man will live matters. Once dead, how long he has lived doesn__.

Death is not something you get over. It__ the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.

I closed my eyes. I used to think I was protecting the world, too. But it wasn't that simple. Nothing was. Who were we to decide that anyone or anything didn't deserve the spark of life they had been given?