Hopelessness can kill a soul… but hope? Maybe God can use hope to keep one alive, even if that’s all you have.
Darnley, who, like Banquo's ghost, seemed to play a much more effective part in Scottish politics once he was dead than when he was alive.
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better reason for being alive.
To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone.
All this bunch of so-called 'adults' was doing was making enemies of one another when what they really needed to be concentrating on was how to get out alive.
When you stop existing and you start truly living, each moment of the day comes alive with the wonder and synchronicity.
My love was green—new and alive. Her love was red—full stop. Occasionally and cautiously we’d meet in the middle at yellow.
Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.
We are creatures whose behavior cannot be simply explained as a striving for survival and happiness, for release of tension and contentment.
Through the act of getting married, one has taken on the task of mutual confrontation until death.
Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.
I think that if Mozart were alive today and decided to become a novelist, he would write humorous fantasy.
Everyone wavers between the emotionally still-alive past ad the already dead future. Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov)
He knew what the thing was going to do next. It was going to climb the hood slowly, toying with them before crushing in the windshield and eating them all alive.
When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.
Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
But how intolerable bright the morning is where we who are alive and remain, walk lifted up, carried forward by an effective word.
To be alive was to be disappointed. You tried and failed and kept on trying, never knowing whether you'd ever get what you wanted. But sometimes we get what we need.
When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.
