life-and-death

You are given a life, a death. Understand both while living, and before dying. Or you'd have wasted a life, a death.

I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth...

A small event as tiny as a drop of a pin can change the direction of your entire life

Life is just a dream, to some it's a sweet dream, to others, a nightmare. But whatever it is, it's always short and dissipates quickly.

Then nothing became something, and I was born, and I wrought great havoc in the world in the time allotted to me, and I returned to nothingness

Don__ complain against life, it may hear you and double your suffering

We live like sheep in line waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. We eat and laugh and fight as we see those in front of us fall to the knife

Do you know why we show respect to life when it shows none to us? Family is the answer

When you finally understand the meaning of life, you come to the conclusion it has none after all

We don't know where we come from and where we go, we fill the missing links with whatever our imaginations can provide us

Water in, water out until there is no water to run and the riverbed runs dry. That's life

Most of our waking life is make believe. If there was a way to record every dream that crosses our minds, the true nature of humans would be laid bare

Life has no map; it's made of random events, always caused by something beyond your control.

You will never really think hard about your life until your oxygen mask is taken away from you when you are at the bed of the ocean. At that exact moment, your true self will be revealed. You will really know if you are a believer or an atheist, whether you really love life or hate it as you usually say. All your claims will be tested

When you're young your reality is accepted by most. When you're older, your reality changes and that seems to upset most people.

No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.

The so-called 'psychotically depressed' person who tries to kill herself doesn't do so out of quote 'hopelessness' or any abstract conviction that life's assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire's flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It's not desiring the fall; it's terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling 'Don't!' and 'Hang on!', can understand the jump. Not really. You'd have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

It isn't discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It's this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain - and it's known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn't death that's the disease.