living

To be alive is to be dizzy and not to know exactly where to go.

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

I__ not looking for fate. I__ seventeen. I__ looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

Someday your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

I'm fine," [her dad] said gently. "Back on the horse, Cath.''What's the horse?' she sighed, watching him pull on a South High hoodie. 'Jogging? Working too much?''Living,' he said, a little too loud. 'Life's the horse.

Does this world feel like hell to you? Of course it does, because it is.

Just make sure that the thing you're living for is worth dying for." --Levi

I do not worship a DEAD and buried Christ at Calvary. I worship a ressurected and LIVING Christ in Heaven! Jesus Christ is alive.

Nature has but one plan of operation, invariably the same in the smallest things as well as in the largest, and so often do we see the smallest masses selected for use in Nature, that even enormous ones are built up solely by fitting these together. Indeed, all Nature's efforts are devoted to uniting the smallest parts of our bodies in such a way that all things whatsoever, however diverse they may be, which coalesce in the structure of living things construct the parts by means of a sort of compendium.

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

When my grandpa died, I had this same fear. I love Grandpa so much. He was Mom's dad, and he was my favorite person in the whole world. He lived up north, between Grayling and the Mackinaw Bridge. He had, like, twenty acres. He had horses and dirt bike and all this awesome stuff. I'd go up there for weeks at a time during the summers, and he'd let me do whatever I wanted. We'd go hunting and fishing and four-wheeling, and I'd stay up till midnight every night. Then one day, he died. All of a sudden, just like that that. I cried for days. Dad kicked the shit out of me for crying, but I didn't care. I loved Grandpa, and he was gone. Then, like a month after he'd died, I had this panic attack. I couldn't remember what he looked like. I thought it meant I didn't love him, or that I'd forgotten about him. It was the only time Dad was anything like helpful. He told me you have to forget what they look like. Otherwise, you can't learn to live without them. Forgetting is your brain's way of telling you it's time to try and move on. Not forget who they were, just...keep living.

Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth - these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms _ just the two of us are still alive _

One of the extraordinary things about life is the sort of places it's prepared to put up with living.

Pull yourself together. People among the living still need your help, and I haven't given you permission to quit.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It__ the living. Those of us left behind.

The power behind living a dream lies in either believing it's a dream or knowing it's not.