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Because if indestructible is every atom of a speck of dust, so must be immortal the spirit of a man. And if every wave of the wind creates eternity, so must the consequences of our acts. So every one of us would leave on a big Hajj to our Creator.

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. and the trees bore their buds and blossoms and scars for everyone to see, and whether it signified pleasure or pain, they accepted the strong will to live. flies that lived only for a day swarmed toward their death. every life had its radiance and beauty. i had insight into it all for a moment, understood it and found it good, and also found my life and sorrows good.

Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing. Remove the fear and judgement to recognize the same pattern as a principle everywhere.

But solace also asks us very direct and forceful questions. Firstly, how will you bear the inevitable loss that is coming to you? And how will you endure it through the years? And above all, how will you shape a life equal to and as beautiful and as astonishing as a world that can birth you, bring you into the light and then just as you were beginning to understand it, take you away?

Breathe of life, living soul.

But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all the things feminine, it leaves a charred residue on the soul, like the black marks found at the bottom of a burned pot. no matter how much you scrub and scrub the pot bottom with steel wool and cleansers, the scars, they are permanent

When Your Life Looks Back, When your life looks back-- As it will, at itself, at you--what will it say? Inch of colored ribbon cut from the spool. Flame curl, blue-consuming the log it flares from. Bay leaf. Oak leaf. Cricket. One among many. Your life will carry you as it did always, With ten fingers and both palms, With horizontal ribs and upright spine, With its filling and emptying heart, That wanted only your own heart, emptying, filled, in return. You gave it. What else could do? Immersed in air or in water. Immersed in hunger or anger. Curious even when bored. Longing even when running away. "What will happen next?"-- the question hinged in your knees, your ankles, in the in-breaths even of weeping. Strongest of magnets, the future impartial drew you in. Whatever direction you turned toward was face to face. No back of the world existed, No unseen corner, no test. No other earth to prepare for. This, your life had said, its only pronoun. Here, your life had said, its only house. Let, your life had said, its only order. And did you have a choice in this? You did-- Sleeping and waking, the horses around you, the mountains around you, The buildings with their tall, hydraulic shafts. Those of your own kind around you-- A few times, you stood on your head. A few times, you chose not to be frightened. A few times, you held another beyond any measure. A few times, you found yourself held beyond any measure. Mortal, your life will say, As if tasting something delicious, as if in envy. Your immortal life will say this, as it is leaving.

Careful with your life.

Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity.

Cats only have nine lives, but sages have a thousand.

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.

Ce matin, l'idée m'est venue pour la première fois que mon corps, ce fidèle compagnon, cet ami plus sûr, mieux connu de moi que mon âme, n'est qu'un monstre sournois qui finira par dévorer son maître.

Certainly there is life and there is death, but even in death, if we look closely enough, we will find grace.

Charles never felt more helpless. To hear a cop calling for help and not be able to respond in what may very well be a life and death situation, drove him insane with anger and frustration.

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

Dear friend, I have searched all night through each burnt paper, but I fear I will never find the formula to let you die

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 find and welcome you home.

Death is a part of life. It is inevitable. It is not to be feared

Death comes as it pleases; it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.

Death must die so that life can be real!

Death is not the villain of the piece. It is the next phase of life in unfamiliar clothing.

Death is the destiny of every man. I shall not worry over material wealth.

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.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Death truly does have life, and walks with and lives through us everyday.

Death will always be a part of life, and life will always be a part of death

Death is the destiny of every man.

Death is the final destination of every man.

Defeating the enemy through deception with little loss of life is better than fighting face-to-face with the loss of many lives on both sides.

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar had said. Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.

Death and life were just adjacent verandas.

Death is a fiction created by people who live their lives in total unawareness. There is only life, life and life alone, moving from one dimension to another, another dimension to another.

Death is the privilege of human nature And life without it were not worth our taking Thither the poor, the unfortunate, and Mourner Fly for relief & lay their burdens down.

Do I have anything to lose? This life will be gone one day to the Creator who gave it.

Death or Samadhi, man's life leads only to the grave. Appreciate your life.

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

Death is not something you get over. It’s the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.

Death is only as strong as you believe it to be.

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

Do not weep for those who have found Death's embrace early, for they weep for us that linger on in this mortal world of pain.

Do not use life to give life to death. Do not use death to bring death to life.

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

Don't look for meaning in life. It was meant to be lived not understood

Don’t you find it striking? The personality is constantly dying and it feels like continuity. Meanwhile, we panic about death, which we cannot ever experience. Yet it is this illogical fear that motivates our lives. We gore each other and mutilate ourselves for victory and fame, as if these might swindle mortality and extend us somehow. Then, as death bears down, we agonize over how little we have achieved.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

Dramat jest wtedy, kiedy możesz podjąć jakąś decyzję, kiedy coś zależy od ciebie, a tam wszystko było z góry przesądzone. Teraz, w szpitalu, chodzi o życie — i za każdym razem muszę podejmować decyzję. Teraz się denerwuję znacznie bardziej.

Drink deep the cup of life; take it's dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.

Don’t complain against life, it may hear you and double your suffering

Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over