Life Asked Death Quotes Novels & Stories

He cupped my face as I frowned. “Death is the exception to that though, my love. No one can outrun death. We all die someday. It’s just part of the natural order of life... Stars die. Flowers die. People die. It’s sad I know but death has to happen so birth can happen. It’s just a cycle and we are all in that never-ending loop. I hope my death is really far off in the future but if something were to happen to me, you have been such a beautiful star in the night sky for me. It shines so brightly through the darkness.” He smiled lovingly as I kept crying.

Richard said. "Do you mean I shouldn't have fun just because I am sick? Everybody dies eventually. So why shouldn't I enjoy while I'm still alive? I know of many people who are healthier than I and they die at a very young age. One should not live a sad life because of fear of death; one should live happily because life is precious. It doesn't matter how long you live your life, what matters is how happy you live your life," Janet stated. Richard became speechless and couldn't say a word. He just kept staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

The idea of dying... it's like staring into a dark abyss, wondering what lies beyond. Am I ready for it? Is anyone ever truly prepared to let go of everything they know? It's as if life is this intricate tapestry, woven with memories, experiences, and dreams, and death is that final thread that could unravel it all. I've heard people say that death gives life meaning. That the inevitability of our mortality forces us to seize the fleeting moments and savor them. Is that why we laugh, love, and strive to make a mark? To counteract the impending darkness?

I fought with her but at last she won this battle, "In anyway I am dieing, Manik ...... Each nd every, scream nd scar of that night is printed on mind. ..... Even a single glance of it breaks me thousands times and unfortunately these glances are all around me, 24*7 ...... I can't survive more than this, seeing u people doing things for me makes me want to live ..... But in this living I am dieing at every moment ...... ..... This is the only thing I have asked u in my whole lifetime, please don't deny, I know I am being selfish but I want to be selfish, in front of u ........ I have lived enough, please give me peace" every quote or motivational speaker failed in front of her one true desi

It was time to let go. She forced her head up to look one last time at her father. She tried to comfort herself with the fact that her family was at least going to have a proper burial. Finally after days in the cold. She shuddered. “Don’t say your goodbyes as if you are never going to see them again,” Bernard said. “We, the living, can never truly say goodbye. Because they are forever in our hearts and deep down we know it’s not the end. No matter how cruel death can be, it’s also a mercy in its own way. After death, there is always life. That’s the way of the world, it’s a loop, not a straight line that starts with life and ends with death. Remember, life always comes after death. There is

said Simon. “However, it is still life. It still matters, no matter how long you have been alive,” said Luna. Simon smiled. That was the first time someone had told him about life. Luna thought about what had happened earlier. “I just thought, don’t you have no death?” Luna asked. “Do you want me to die?” Simon asked. Luna laughed. “Of course not. Just think of this: everyone that shot in the head dies, even zombies, but you’re still alive. What do you think your death will be if the shot to the head is still not enough for you to die?” said Luna.

Luca stood in his dark oversized coat and sunglasses, listening to the priest's sermon. “Death is not final. Not in the way we think it is. Death is sometimes rebirth into a plane that may even be more elevated than how it was when we were amongst the living.” He called bullshit on that. Death was final. It could be dressed up in as much philosophical bullshit as these so-called men of God chose to do, but it was final. “Are there any that have something, a testimony, a poem, maybe even a memory of our sister Bailey to share?” The priest asked.

, He began to say. The atmosphere was emotional at this point. Tears began to fall off my eyes. Yvette was already sobbing softly. What did I just do? " The most important days in a man's life are when he is born and when he dies. We never know when we are to die. If we did, we would put our houses in order and say our farewells on time", he said in conclusion. He walked around the lines slowly monitoring each man. Each man was steady, kneeling uprightly with heads held high. I began to doubt if the betrayer was among this group.

I asked you once, “Why do you want to die?” You turned to me, smiling, and said, “Why do you want to live?” I remember answering fast, like I already knew the truth. “Because life is wonderful.” You smiled. “I’ve been looking for someone who sees the beauty in life, and that person was beside me all along, annoying me every day.” You laughed. That laugh still haunts me. We brought you with us too, you know. You’re in an urn now — small, fragile. Sometimes I stare at it and end up laughing through tears, because I can’t believe that all of you could fit in something that small.

Her eyes were swollen, her hands trembling as she held tightly to the folded handkerchief. She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.”