life-and-death

I watch and listen, helpless to help. There is no point in saying __his, too, shall pass._ For a time, we do not even want it to pass. We hold on to grief, fearing that its lifting will be the final betrayal.

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.

The vessel dies, but the Spirit lives on.

Death is the destiny of every man. Why do people fight over power and material wealth.We brought nothing into the world, certainly, we will take nothing out of the world.

As we witness the death of departed souls, other people will observe our departure from the world.

When it came to life or death, or anything else important, the only one you could count on was yourself.

Here upon earth there is life, and then death,Dawn, and later nightfall,Fire, and the quenching of embers:But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world,If the idea fits my fancy?

Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.

I am quite a wise old bird, but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted with hunger. I am deep in the old man__ puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.

People don__ always value life, even their own, as much as they should.

Erlendur didn__ believe in premonitions, visions or dreams, nor reincarnation or karma, he didn__ believe in God although he__ often read the Bible, nor in eternal life or that his conduct in this world would affect whether he went to heaven or hell. He felt that life itself offered a mixture of the two.Then sometimes he experienced this incomprehensible and supernatural de´ja` -vu, experienced time and place as if he__ seen it all before, as if he stepped outside himself, became an onlooker to his own life. There was no way he could explain what it was thathappened or why his mind played tricks on him like this.

This was the first time I thought of S_ that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

For men and women alike, this journey is a the trajectory between birth and death, a human life lived. No one escapes the adventure. We only work with it differently.

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?

No waiting the beyond, no peering toward it,but longing to degrade not even death;we shall learn earthliness, and serve its ends,to feel its hands about us like a friend's.

Life even at its tiniest molecule is impermanent, transient, unsure and fickle. We try to make it worthwhile not by adding value to it but by improving our social perception, seeking validation in our interactional circles. Life cannot be valued for in the end, rich or poor, smart or dumb, popular or hermit, we are nothing but dust, vapor, blurry memories that eventually are soon forgotten.