Fly High Death Quotes Novels & Stories

Kung ganon, ikalimang anibersaryo na ito ng pagkamatay ng kanyang ina. “Relatives of rhe deceased comes here every to flt lanterns for their loved ones. Their death were sudden so they'll write a message on their lanterns and fly it to the sky, hoping that it will reach their loved ones and they'll be able to know what they think or feel.“ Tuluyan na ngang tumayo si Zeke. Tumayo rin ako. “But those lanterna won't be able to reach the heavens, let alone reach the sky. Fifty meters from land might be the highest that they can fly.“ I said.

' tanong ko sa isipan ko. Pagod na pagod na ako at natutuyo na rin ang bibig ko. Hindi ata Live Suicide ang tatapos sa buhay ko, kundi mamatay pa ata ako sa kapaguran at dehydration bago pa man ako makapunta roon. Wala bang pa last sapper ang Live Suicide or marangyang helicopter ang maghahatid sa akin papunta roon sa lugar? Hindi 'yong dadaan ka pa rito sa napakahirap na route, masyadong tagong-tago, e. Mamamatay ka na nga lang, papahirapan ka pa. What a life!

For the first time, Death smiled. Not kind. Not cruel. Just ancient. “Very well, Lyra Villanueva.” The hallway began to shake. Isa-isa, namatay ang mga kandila. The names disappeared into darkness. Caelan’s candle was the last one left. Its flame rose higher, brighter, until napapikit ako sa sobrang liwanag. Death’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “Remember this when you wake: saving him does not mean owning him. His life is not a prize. His pain is not a puzzle made for you.”

Tapos walang pakialam na sinabi, “Huwag mo siyang hiwain hanggang mamatay ng sobrang bilis. Hayaan mo siyang manatiling buhay. Meron pa akong gamit sa kanya.” Swish. Inatras ni Big Fly ang sampung porsyento ng kanyang lakas, pero ang kanyang kamay ay lumipad paharap na may intensyon na pumatay. Ang momentum ay biglang sumabog at isang aura ang kumalat na parang umaagos na baha. Ilang mga master ng Paramount ay medyo umiling ng makita ito. Pakiramdam nila na si Harvey ay sobrang napinsala o siya ay namatay.

“Bakit kaya hindi na lang maging parang isang bituin ang mga taong pinapahalagahan ko? Bakit parang hindi mga bituin na hindi umaalis?” “Sadly, we're just humans. And humans can’t live forever. Everything has a limit and even our life is. It’s scary how you don’t know when and how you’re going to die.” Napangiti ako ng mapait dahil sa sinabi niyang iyon. “Gusto ko ‘yung payapa. ‘Yung walang sakit.” “Who wouldn’t want a painless death? All of us do.” Tumango ako. “Ikaw Nico? Kailan mo masasabi na handa ka nang mamatay?”

I tried to reconnect over and over again while saying the type of aircraft I am using. May mga sumasagot sa akin subalit nawawalan din ng koneksyon at hindi naririnig nang maayos dulot na rin ng lakas ng ulan. No. This is enough! We can't do this. We are both going to die here! I'll make him realize it! At kung hindi ko man siya makumbinsi… at tangkain man niyang patayin ang pamilya ko… I'll fucking crash this helicopter, and we'll die together!

“Suzette wag ka namang magsalita ng ganyan kay Queen. Mahal ko siya, handa kong itaya ang buhay ko para sa kanya.” “Wow ah, ‘I would die for you’ ang peg! kakaganyan mo, ayan! muntik ka na ngang mamatay at makausap si San Pedro!” “Nagtataka nga ako kanina pag-gising ko puro puti yung paligid akala ko tumatanggap na sila sa langit ng lasinggero at sugarol eh.” “Sira-ulo! ni-dulo ng daliri mo hindi tatanggapin sa langit pag hindi ka pa nagbago!”

patuloy niya. Nagkibit balikat ito at tumingin sa makulay na kalangitan dahil sa papalunog na araw. "Because I always believed death has never been the answer to end our suffering. Believe me you can still do great things." tila siguradong sambit nito. "And if ever you feel alone remember me. Remember this one stranger that still believes in you." At that time for some reason… for the first time, I cried. I cried with my soul.

Palong-palo ang mga salitang binitawan niya. "Ulap, your feet is on the ground. Heads up. Look at the sky—the clouds, see the birds—" "I don't want to die, Synec. I don't want you to look at the sky remembering me. I don't want the sky turns to gray and you say It's me being in sorrow."

“Welcome to hell, population: us.” Caite snorted. “Do you ever stop talking?” “Not unless someone blows me up.” “Tempting,” I muttered. "Basta if I die, I want a burial where the creepers can’t find me. Drop me in the ocean or launch me into space.” "You’d just come back as a space zombie,” Caite quipped.