You think that it’s not magic that keeps you alive? Just ‘cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn’t make it any less of a miracle. Which is just another word for magic. We’re all kept alive by magic, Sookie. My magic’s just a little different from yours, that’s all.

You are a speck. This whole life that seems so huge to us? asall of human enterprise even? Fuck us. We are so tiny,” as he said “so tiny” he bent over until his forehead was nearly touching the tabletop, as if he was homing in on the speck that was them. “I can’t stand...

He’d lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky.

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

The vanities of life:pleasure, possession, position and power.

I don’t remember when i was born.Death I haven’t experienced yet.All I know is I’m here now and right up until my used by date comes , I’m going to shake that tree of life until every leaf falls off.

Maybe we’re standing like coins on the edge?”Allie considered this. “Meaning?””Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.””Or tails,” suggested Allie.”What are you talking about?” said Lief.”Life and death.

don’t cry if i die abruptly,that’s not my mistake i don’t know myexpiry date.

In our lives we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions altogether occupy a bare one per cent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine per cent is just living in waiting.

Live to ask. Die to answer.

Make every day count… Even when you think it’s the worst day of your life; for you never know when it’ll be your last.

Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life was pain. Death was deliverance, and many would welcome it. Others doggedly clung to life and willed themselves to walk on.

All have a shadow over the earth but no shadow under earth or in grave.

Why do we always begin to think about people when they die? I think we should think about people while they’re still alive! That way, they can know that we’re thinking about them! I always tell people when I’m thinking about them, or that I thought about them, or that I have been thinking about...

Visiems savižudžiams taip pat yra pažįstama kova su savižudybės pagunda. Kažkokiame savo sielos kamputyje kiekvienas puikiausiai žino, kad nors savižudybė ir yra išeitis, bet vis dėlto ji tėra tik šiek tiek menkas ir neteisėtas atsarginis išėjimas, kad iš esmės daug kilniau ir gražiau, kai tave nugali ir patiesia gyvenimas, o ne tavo paties ranka.

In the grueling light that passed for day…

Ali sada shvaćam da je umrijeti lako. Teško je živjeti.

There is no pause in life, the moment we pause, we stop living.

There is an end to everything.

nothing more I asked for selfnothing for so much prayer I didit is one in seven billionit is YOU, I am asking from YOU

The song is an unvarnished love shout, an implorement tinged with…anger? Something like anger, but the anger of a philosoher, the anger of a pot. An anger directed at the transience of the world, at its heartbreaking beauty that collides constantly with our awareness of the fact that everything gets taken away, that we’re being...

You can’t make a date in death’s dateless night.

I have spent much of my life around death. I have sat with people as they died. I have listened to others relate near-death experiences. I have studied theology and am aware of what scriptures and religions say about life and death. And I have come to the conclusion that death is not to be...

Everything that is born will eventually die and everything that is created will eventually be destroyed.

There is a very, narrow, thinness of line between the living and the dead; actually, it’s just a lack of a heartbeat away.

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

We live in a very entertaining world, but the sad fact is that so much of that entertainment is fruitless and empty. Only building nothing but failure and sadness.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity.Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have...

…Wrapped in the overcoat, he dropped on the seat and faced the eternal verities of sky and sea. No land was intruding. It was the bowl of the sky closing down; the smooth wash of the sea rolling in; and away in the distance a faint red glow marked the spot where the sun threw...

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning through our throats.When you leave me, I will not cry for you.I will run into the strongest wind I can...

She sees tall, sensible Eleanor sitting out on a terrace at twilight, with bats circling above her head. She sees the Pargiter family rising and falling through the decades like swimmers battling the waves.’Summer Lies Bleeding

Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, “Life is so beautiful,” then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.

The vessel dies, but the Spirit lives on.

I’m sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That’s “Irony”.

You are wrong sir, if you think that a man who is any good at all should take into account the risk of life or death; he should look to this only in his actions, whether what he does is right or wrong.

Sometimes evil wins, nah, child. But it’s always fleeting. Just a temporary ripple in a sea of goodness, brought on by the carnal nature of greed ’n corruption. Sacrifice washes that ripple out in waves of love ’n light, and peace is found when justice is served, even for those who lose, ya hear?

When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

Krishna was once asked what was the most miraculous thing in all creation, and he replied, “That a man should wake each morning and believe deep in his heart that he will live forever, even though he knows that he is doomed.

There is a profound difference between fighting to avoid death and fighting in order to live. Men who fight to avoid death preserve their dignity and one and all – men, women and children – defend it jealously, tenaciously, fiercely…When men fight to avoid death they cling with a tenacity born of desperation to all...

I was a puzzle. An enigma. I was nothing. And then I was again.

Encouragement is life.Many people will have given up in life without encouragement. May your words be gracious to those who hear it.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

‘Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.

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

The sense of alienation that inspires wonder, awe and fear in us is enough of a proof that life does not belong to the planet Earth.

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner’s scent!

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.