#iving

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and--what will perhaps make you wonder more--it takes the whole of life to learn how to die. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#dying #learning #life #living #time

But we have to learn to be free. We have to, Nell. Doesn't mean happy all the time, or okay all the time. It’s okay not to be okay. I told you that, but I'm relearning it myself. But not being okay doesn't mean you stop living. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#falling #falling-into-you #free #happy #jasinda-wilder

If life is worth living for so is it worth dying. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #living #death

Dying’s easy. It’s living that’s hard. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#dying #easy #hard #life #living

It turns out that speeding irresponsibly in a large truck, placing personal wealth ahead of the welfare of others, is one of the greatest sins in the Universe.... ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#reckless-driving #rules-of-the-universe #speeding #death

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptier My house on earth, what rich rewards That guerdon were. ↗

— Amy Carmichael

#death #death

Fifty million people die every year, six thousand die every hour, and over one hundred people die every minute. But when thousands of people die in the same place and at the same time, we are more likely to wonder why God would allow such a thing to happen. ↗

— Steve Farrar

#death #tragedy #death

The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent... ↗

— Gregory Galloway

#road #death

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living…sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#dying #fey #genetic-state #life #living

Paraphrasing Yeats: It was as the Irish poet had written, a waste of breath, the years that had gone past, the years to come. There was only the present moment to live and die in. [ref. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death ...The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. W.B. Yeats ↗

— Tan Twan Eng

#living #present #death