Not Worth Dying For Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because some things were worth dying for. And peace was one of them.

And I'd teach them that sometimes you do terrifying things. Sometimes you face impossible odds. Sometimes you risk everything. Not because you're fearless. But because some things are worth fighting for. And being the Luna they deserved? That was worth fighting for. Even if it killed me.

"Can I tell you something?" "Of course." "I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart stopped. "Cole—" "You don't have to say it back. I know you're not ready. I just needed you to know. Before we face Malachar. Before everything gets even more dangerous." He cupped my face gently. "I need you to know that you're worth fighting for. Worth dying for, if it comes to that." Tears burned my eyes. "Don't say that. Don't talk about dying."

“Well, real life is never as romantic as the movies, is it?” Don’t I know it? “They say he pines for his dead mate and refuses to take any other. Even if he dies without an heir. He will stay loyal to her until the day he joins her in death. Isn't that romantic?” “No,” I say. “It’s fucking stupid. You don’t stop living because someone else died. When you do that, you might as well go ahead and kill yourself. Get it over and done with.” Yolanda gives me a curious look. “You are cold.”

It was simply setting things right. He brushed away a few fallen leaves from the grave and exhaled. “You’d hate what I’ve done,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No more secret meetings. No more blind loyalty. No more fear.” The wind carried his words into the quiet. “You always said worth was something you inherit,” he continued. “That it came from our name. Our power. Our control.” He shook his head lightly. “But you were wrong. Worth isn’t inherited. It’s built — every day, by how you treat people, how you love them, how you live.”

"And if the tunnels collapse while we're trying to get them out?" "Then we die together instead of letting them die alone." "That's not a strategy. That's martyrdom." "Sometimes martyrdom is the only strategy left." He was quiet for a moment, processing that. "You know," he said finally, "when I first met you, I thought you were just another heir trying to prove himself through reckless behavior." "And now?" "Now I think you're someone who understands that some things are worth dying for." "Is that better or worse?" "That depends on whether we survive the next hour."

That can be thrown away when they have finished their purpose or when something better comes along. I hug Manor tightly knowing his pain... Why would anyone bring something to this world knowing they would die a horrible death? ..... The sad part is... to Manor. .. or any other Version. .. they must think that it's honorable. .willing to throw their life at any chance for an honorable death... Why should they only be able to make a difference through their death and not life? Why? Why? I kept asking myself, becoming more confused at the question while a fury of anger, sorrow, hate, confusion, and love whirled around within me.

I glared at Kincaid and retorted, "That's not stupid! They're heroes who died fighting for their families!" Kincaid said with a sneer, "Apart from praising them as heroes when you heard what I said, what else did they leave behind? How many people still remember them? Once death, there is nothing left. As long as the people are still alive, there is an infinite possibility. Their kind of sacrifice is just meaningless." I shook my head and said, "There is always something more important than life in this world. You will never understand."

I will promise I will protect you and will take every attack coming to you on me wholeheartedly. Is it bad to love someone to the extend that you end up forgetting about your own existence? But for him dying is worth it if it is for her. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Comment more and more I wanna read your comments about how the episode was. Spread the purple heart.

“If you die, you have doomed all of the people in Portburgh. This is not a matter of pointlessly saving lives. This is a matter of three verses a million, and without thinking, you chose three.” “You are a dutchess. You carry that broken and corrupt land on your shoulders. Bear the weight of your seat. Otherwise, those who put you up on that seat were nothing but children playing castle. Your life is not your own,” he said passionately, “If it is honour you seek by doing such trivial things or to bring ‘hope’ in small scale circumstances, your death would have had no honour, nor impact. Those in authority would have spit on your name then proclaim that you were crushed by a horse because you