Novel & Cerita Life Of Pi Quotes

Chapter 31: Tragedy (Part 1) "The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives." -Albert Schweitzer ************** |Nate| The water lapped at my feet as I stood at the edge of the sea shore. The sky was dark, but the whole beach was illuminated by an ethereal glow. The warm wind whipped through my hair. The whole area seemed to be deserted and for some reason, I didn't mind at all. Everything was so serene, I'd never experienced peace like this before. Everything seemed too vivid and beautiful to be real.

If only they could survive all, have those who died brought back… But that’s impossible, that he knew. “What is life?” He once asked Farrah that when they weren’t together yet. Farrah looked at him, and smiled full of sentimentality. “What is life? Honestly, I have no idea. But my mom always told me that Life is the hope of escaping the agony of death. Life bears the hope for the future, that’s why one must live to the fullest and bear the hope that the future needs.” Life is the hope of escaping the agony of death. Dior can’t understand it either, but because of those words coming from Farrah, Dior began adapting those thoughts too. Because of those words, he began to cherish his life.

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

Even though the words were unformed and looked so weak, Sabrina still recognized that it was Yvonne's handwriting at a glance. Yvonne's usual handwriting was very similar to her, so her handwriting was very playful. However, at that moment, the playful words looked so weak and hopeless. That letter read, 'Sabrina, I'm leaving. Don't look for me. It doesn't matter if I am alive or dead anymore. I once unintentionally saw some philosophers' quotes, and most of them said something like, Everybody is born to suffer in this world. I didn't believe it in the past. I felt that those were just pretentious words, and they were just making a fuss about nothing and being show-offs.'

“Don’t say things like that.” “The one time you needed me I was too proud to help you. My pride almost killed you on more than one occasion.” His face was expressionless, but I could tell he was getting angry when his grip on the steering wheel tightened and his knuckles turned white. “The paradox called life. You are never really alive until you have a couple of close calls with death.” “Lee, don’t make jokes like that, especially about your life.” Ash sounded angry. I smiled happy that my whack sense of humor still annoyed him.

After she ended the call, Paddy could only remind her carefully, “You know you need to keep your emotions in check, right? You must be intentional about it this time.” She mouthed the words helplessly, “Pase lo que pase, esta vez no se puede evitar la muerte. (No matter what, death cannot be avoided this time around)” However, she looked up to Paddy and said, “I’ll keep that in mind, my friend.” The man could only nod in understanding. “When am I seeing Santiago?” … To be continued…

And the discussion went on and on and on for countless hours. Uzair rolled his tensed shoulders while he muttered, under his breath, “People live to save themselves. We understand that in the moment of our own death.” “That's a saying. Only if people know that,” came a reply of Shameer sitting beside him. ~•~•~•~•~

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

He leaned in, his forehead nearly touching hers. “Humse doori ki baat mat kijiye, Inayat,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Woh din nahi dekh sakte jab aap aankhon se utar jaayein. Aapko dekhne ka haq chhin gaya toh phir is zindagi ka matlab kya bachega?” (Speak not to me of distance, Inayat. I cannot bear the day your image fades from mine eyes. If the right to behold you is taken from me, what meaning shall life hold thereafter?)

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole.