Nothing matters when you are dead, and, you are dead when nothing matters.
Death will always be a part of life, and life will always be a part of death
Sometimes I Wonder Where Those Spirits Go After Departing From The Bodies, Then I Realize, They Are All Around Us, In The Nature, Full of Spirits In Different Forms....
We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.
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.
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.
When I die and go to heaven, to St. Peter, I will tell: "one more soldier reporting for duty, sir. I've served my time in hell.
LIFE never really ends... It just changes. You never lose your loved ones, you gain guardian angels.
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.
In this life and death case, I felt Mrs. Schiavo should receive the fullest due process from our legal system.
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...
Prisoner of Her Own Captivity
No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.
When you're young your reality is accepted by most. When you're older, your reality changes and that seems to upset most people.
Living well is dying well.
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered...We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being hu...
That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...
We all share three things in common: We are breathing, we have a heart, and most importantly we have twenty four hours to live. With those things, we should not have an excuse as to why the dash betwe...
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.
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.
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