…a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death, and that his affairs are not neglected by the gods.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

i am n0t aFraiD oV deaTh , I juX dun waNna Be thEre weN iT haPpeNZ !

Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law

Death is never an ending, death is a change;Death is beautiful, for death is strange;Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Only when you accept that one day you’ll die can you let go, and make the best out of life. And that’s the big secret. That’s the miracle.

Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter...

That night in bed I was thinking about the way creeks and streams operate. They start off little, gurgling and bubbling and jumping over rocks and stuff, full of energy, going all over the place....

Death and life were just adjacent verandas.

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...

I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though our vein’s to be someone/something much more than human.

No one lives here for ever ! This Land belongs to the Lord ! So make most of the time u spend here ! You have no liability, but just responsibility , for those who...

Er, no! Just the way out.”From “One man in his time

Not accomplishing your Life Plan is a tragic act of free will. It is akin to charting an elaborate vacation itinerary before arriving at your holiday destination, with all kinds of plans for outdoor adventures...

Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.

On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s...

Everything had life to me,’ he heard Enkidu murmur, ‘the sky, the storm, the earth, water, wandering, the moon and its three children, salt, even my hand had life. It’s gone. It’s gone.

I am so glad that God miraculously save my life at near-death.

Death is the destiny of every man.

I’ll be around my whole life. That’s a long time to me.

… and we held our breath, just for a moment, to see if the world had ended, but it hadn’t, so we yawned and drank our champagne and carried on living, except for those of...

Life dies but forever will there be music. Always.

In the end, age in numbers is no more than an empty bag. The only way to truly tell a person’s years is by examing the contents they have filled it with.

One life, One love, One breath, One people, One chance to make a difference. If we are not one in LIFE we surely will be one on DEATH.

There’s no way to really preserve a person when they’ve gone and that’s because whatever you write down it’s not the truth, it’s just a story. Stories are all we’re ever left with in our...

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay...

Two Things to be accepted for sure in life time?1. Birth2. Death

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...

Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even so,do not put out my life. Let me still glow.

Helen, you would just have to sit still, close your eyes and think of me, and I would turn the universe inside out to find you. I would go anywhere and fight anything to get...

When you die you will not bring any possessions, but you will be accompanied by the song up into heaven…

What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

Two Songs For The World’s End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone dances in the spying day. I gave her nerves to feel...

You’re still alive. That means you’re winning.

. . . to my surprise I began to know what The Language was about, not just the part we were singing now but the whole poem. It began with the praise and joy in...

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he...

If only certain things had been preventable, his life would have unfurled in front of him as intended, like a lush Oriental carpet. No surprises, no detours. Just a thick tapestry of days and nights...

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

Odjednom me strah umiranja, a istodobno sam svjestan vlastite smrtnosti. I umjesto da me to natjera da živim, ta mi spoznaja crpi svu radost iz života i, zapravo, više se ne osjećam živim.

Why was I standing on the street when the window feel out of the building? Why did the bus run over me? Because it was my turn in the barrel, that’s why.

I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.

We must be conscious of this; one day, the life we have, will be gone.

One of the best parts of being a Guardian is that we get a chance to grow and change. We get to exist in both worlds. We know the secret of life and have the...

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

Swiftly the remembrance of all things is buried in the gulf of eternity.

Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.

The heart never stops even if you stop your breath, Life goes on even if you go through death

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.

Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being — not a constant state — that any soul may be yours, if you...