#ife

I believe that death should not be feared instead we should endure life and give our best even though life isn't always fair we shall always enjoy life the way it comes and if death is upon us its cause its time for us to go knowing that there is something better for us..... ↗

— Miguel Angel Puma

#death

The only really frightening thing about Cinnamon Hill belongs in the realm of the living and serves to remind me that some of them-just a few of them, a tiny minority-are much more dangerous than all the dead put together. ↗

— Johnny Cash

#life-and-death #death

Uvijek se nešto radi po prvi put. Po prvi put se rađamo. Samo jedanput i umiremo. ↗

— Jasna Horvat

#life #death

" Me? I'm afraid if God does exist, if there is a creator, he's just as confused about life and death and love as I am. Mostly I'm afraid that I'll continue to exist after I die. ↗

— Shane Crash

#shane-crash #death

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #fall #inspirational #life #philosophy

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take no care to stop them. ↗

— Alasdair Gray

#birth #creation #death #decay #growth

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace. ↗

— Kevin Walker

#life #peace #poetry #death

if love only belongs to the life, why life is so short and death feels more timeless and completely separates our closeness? if so, why love doesn't belong to the death instead? ↗

— Aditia Rinaldi

#life #love #separates #death

He wondered why it was easier to believe in a malevolent spirit than in a benign one. Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared eternal life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#fear #human-nature #life #spirit #death

Standing in the nordic nook of the kitchen, I can gaze down at the flimsy-limbed joggers heading south towards the Park. It's nearly as bad as New York. Some of these gasping fatsos, these too-little-too-late artists, they look as though they're running up rising ground, climbing ground. My generation, we started all this. Before, everyone was presumably content to feel like death the whole time. Now they want to feel terrific for ever. ↗

— Martin Amis

#exercise #death