life-and-death

The stars are dead, but their memories fill the sky

Fretting over how life ends, or anything else for that matter, is a complete waste of time.

Death is a fiction created by people who live their lives in total unawareness. There is only life, life and life alone, moving from one dimension to another, another dimension to another.

I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not living."-Jared Alexander

There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.

Two puzzles that cannot be solved:The miracle of birth and misery of death.

The world, as it is, is not a permanent reality, but is a temporary product of our choices as creators.

Makes me sad looking at the leaves on my vines turning gold and brown, the branches bare of fruit, but I know the leaves and the fruit will return next spring once more.But unlike lost love ,the love of writing,the love of nature ,the love of beauty,the love of life once its lost its lost forever, I hope i never ever lose that love.

This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.

In order to tame death, they refuse to completely enjoy life. In rejecting complete enjoyment, they are half-dead in advance - and that with no guarantee that their sacrifice will actually benefit them when all is done.

Fair... You'd be amazed how often I hear that word, Frank Zhang,and how meaningless it is. Is it fair your life will burn so short and bright? Was it fair when I guided your mother to the Underworld? No, not fair. And yet it was her time. There is no fairness in Death. If you free me, I will do my duty.

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

Dear friend, I have searched all nightthrough each burnt paper,but I fear I will never findthe formula to let you die

After misery follow, or are at least promised to in the unwritten manuscripts of Gods, great things. Sometimes, that great thing can be death.

My chest tightens to the point I fear my heart will suffocate from the pressure of it. Society's standards are the total opposite from how I was raised. The boy who I thought to be so strikingly handsome has less than a year of his life to live, my new friend only a few more months beyond that. Yet they are living these uneventful lives in which they don't think there is a reason for anything. Will I ever see my mother again, or is this how I will be forced to live the rest of my life, as well?

he made the poor choice of deciding that he couldn't live either. You can make a better choice. You can choose to get up and live.

I__e never known anyone who was saved who did not first save herself.