We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.
The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re
not the first to die.
Just imagine you are dying tomorrow. Everyday. You will be much kinder to the world, there will be more love in you. That way.
One of the most terrifying things I fear is not my potential, but how much regret I’ll die with should I never use it.
To die hating them, that was freedom.
You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery
It’s a strange myth that atheists have nothing to live for. It’s the opposite. We have nothing to die for. We have everything to live for.
Leaders find something to die for, not something to live on. If you haven’t found something to die for yet, you can’t lead.
Love is a flower that should never cease to grow. Nurture it, and it will outlive you. Neglect it, and it will wilt away and die.
The choice, as Eddie saw it, was as simple as it was brutal: get moving and keep moving or stand in one place long enough to start thinking about what all of this meant and simply die of fright.