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One life ends. Another begins. / The People say that all energy is only borrowed. And one day you have to give it back.

i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens.

i'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way i want to.

don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life.

what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?

someone who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

i don't want to die without any scars.

death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

i had been dead for billions and billions of years before i was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

even death has a heart.

death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

it is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.

no one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

everybody is going to be dead one day, just give them time.

we all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.

delaying death is one of my favourite hobbies

life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all.

we're born, we live a little while, we die.

the first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

i was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

life is pleasant, death is peaceful: it's the transition that's troublesome.

if there are no dogs in heaven, then when i die i want to go where they went.

we are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

a thing is not necessarily true because someone dies for it.

i do not fear death.

when i look at my life and its secret colours, i feel like bursting into tears.

don't feel bad, i'm usually about to die.

they died that day because their body had served its purpose.

many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life.

why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? it isn't.

no one here gets out alive.

promise to give me a kiss on my brow when i am dead, i shall feel it.

the dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

one lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

when he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

kill me, if you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

to me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal.

i like grit, i like love and death, i'm tired of irony.

how shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

if by my life or death i can protect you, i will.

i know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow.

much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said.

people living deeply have no fear of death.

if you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right

we who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

belief is the death of intelligence.

what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything?

you never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone.

if i die, i will wait for you.

if you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them?

grief can destroy you, or it can focus you.

death is a strange thing.

cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

older men declare war, but it is youth that must fight and die.

i could die for you, but i couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.

whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar.

personally, i'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!

the funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.

the truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

yeah, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

it is not death that you should fear, but you should fear never beginning to live.

you can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can.

people leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

death is a stripping away of all that is not you.

we may not get to choose how we die, but we can chose how we live.

it doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.

enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead.

death is the only god who comes when you call.

“you’re going to have a bruise.”

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.” 

“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”

“those pain meds knocked you out.”

“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

“make a fist for me.” 

“where does it hurt?” 

“ow, ow, ow.”

“that’s going to need stitches.”

“shit, that hurts.”

“is it broken?”

“keep ice on it.”

“ouch!” 

“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”

“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”

“stay in bed and let me look after you.” 

“there, you’re all patched up.” 

“let me help you to your room.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

“you could have a concussion. ”

“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”

you mean, why can't i be the perfect son like you ?