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Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

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Death swallows death. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Of all the many people we meet in a lifetime,it is strange that so many of us find ourselves in thrall to one particular person. Once that face is seen,an involuntary heartache sets in for which there is no cure. All the wonder of this world finds shape in that one person and thereafter there is no reprieve, because this kind of love does not end,or not until death. ↗

— Rosie Alison

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They are both spectacular, Life and death. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Life is but an accident, while death is a certainty. ↗

— Ahmad Shamlu

#life #philosophy #death

Romans 6:23 For wages of sin is death; but the gift of GOD is eternal life. ↗

— Anonymous

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It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside. ↗

— Cheyenne McCray

#death #life #death

However brief our time in the sun, if we waste a second of it, or complain that it is dull or barren or (like a child) boring, couldn't this be seen as a callous insult to those unborn trillions who will never even be offered life in the first place? ↗

— Richard Dawkins

#life #religion #science #death

Open questions like love, life, death, struggle and sex are our experiences, our opinions are not answers but they still remain mysterious unanswered questions. Let it be Open. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #love #death

Que sentes tu dentro de ti, Que ninguém se salva, que ninguém se perde, É pecado pensar assim, O pecado não existe, só há morte e vida, A vida está antes da morte, Enganas-te, Baltasar, a morte vem antes da vida, morreu quem fomos, nasce quem somos, por isso é que não morremos de vez, E quando vamos para debaixo da terra, e quando Francisco Marques fica esmagado sob o carro da pedra, não será isso morte sem recurso, Se estamos falando dele, nasce Francisco Marques, Mas ele não o sabe, Tal como nós não sabemos bastante quem somos, e, apesar disso, estamos vivos, Blimunda, onde foi que aprendeste essas coisas, Estive de olhos abertos na barriga da minha mãe, de lá via tudo. ↗

— José Saramago

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