Not Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

As long as they are able to prove to everyone that they are figures who deserve to stay alive then they will not care about anyone, that is the reason they become the foundation that they really want to get to this point. "Unfortunately we are not as confident as you, and I really feel so very hurt by this, this is something that no one could ever imagine, more than that we feel so very much want to live much longer than what happened, death certainly leaves a mark and also gives something very bad to everyone that is the reason why I don't want to die in vain like this, fighting for one of the truths that even the person we are fighting for will not care about us then we just see how our fa

When nothing is improving. I adjusted my sitting postition. Maybe I need to talk some sense into him. “Listen Valen. I didn't mean to meddle in your personal life but I have to say this. Your life is worth more than anything. You shouldn't let it waste away. Remembered when you said I shouldn't mention that I want to die. I felt it deep down. There's more to life than we think” “It doesn't matter to me. That's how I've been living” Something lingered in his voice. Somehow I felt the need to be there for the man in front of me. I want to prove to him there's more to life than he thinks.

Before they truly grew up, their lives were as fragile as ordinary people's, and what had just happened was the best example. If he died, no one would feel sorry for him. After all, on the battlefield against the Inuit, too many people in the Great-Grandmaster Realm died every day. Therefore, no one would be moved by his death. Even if he was a genius, he had not grown up, so he was just a warrior in the Great-Grandmaster Realm in the eyes of others.. Others could not see his future, but the only thing they could see was his present. Dragon wanted to make his life worth living. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of dying without any value.

Kaz said. Diana pressed her lips together. Clenching her fists. “Why did he…” Diana looked disturbed. “Why would someone choose death?” Diana sniffled. I chuckled, gaining all their attention. “Tell me, princess, is there really a point in choosing life? Some people understand this early in their lives and some understand it later, but after a certain point, everyone understands the need and value of death…” I said. “Or maybe he had some other plans…” Reese said. “No need to make everything so dark. Let’s keep walking ahead… because I neither want to value nor need death right now. And out of all of us, you are the only one who has his legs dangling in the grave.”

In thoughts I don’t know what they mean When they say I am of diamonds worth I am a life, dear I am alive How can you compare Me with dead things Of almost no worth At least when compared To me When Me living What a trauma is In earth The race sacrificing Life Is not of even one life’s worth But multitudes running Safe and bold, they say Diamonds make you safe You alive Yet to survive Are secured By a dead stone What a blame On media, I have What a state of earth Is the present state I know I am at risk What time is life’s worth Vision can be attributed to logic What can dead stone Help you here The difference Between living and dead It seems to me On earth It is not completely clear It’s no

He begins. “Each time you die, you become another person. You lose your innocence in some way, your belief in your own worth, you lose something and that something might not be a big deal to you, but it is everything to me. To me and the half-sister you promised to live with when you felt secure enough or do promises not matter when you can go around ending your life and refreshing things for the hell of it.” “That’s not fair, Adrian.”

“For me to be in such a situation would require there being someone among the living who might be used as leverage against me.” An ache struck me in the gut that there wasn’t someone he cared so much about, but I shook away the sensation. “If there is nothing in your life worth dying for, then what is there worth living for?” “Reputation. Battle fame.” Tristan ’s reaction should have horrified me in its selfishness, but… there was a hollowness beneath the flippancy that made me question if some part of him wanted it to be otherwise. “Well, you have that,” I remarked and drained the cup in my palm.

"You have to make sure others are alive first, and then you can talk about exploration." "But people have to die." David's tone is innocent, but his words are chilling: "Instead of spending money to keep people alive who should be dead, use these funds to push the boundaries of human cognition..." "Who deserves to die? Workers? Citizens? Or people who can't afford to be sick?" David said innocently, "The truth is, thousands of these people could die and it wouldn't make a difference to our world." "Hah! I think you and your uncle deserve to die!"

It was a mix of anger and something close to dangerous fear. “Do we just.… die and get forgotten? Let the name fade? Let this estate, this infamy, this entire aura disappear like we never existed?” He slammed his fist lightly on the armrest. “It all matters, Raven. Maybe not to you, but to me. It fucking matters. We can't just do all of this and then die. What's the fucking point then?” ‘It doesn’t matter. We’re all going to die anyway.’ I heard that quote when I was younger. It used to make me happy.

"There's nothing for you to gain…!" "… I actually… am at the brink of death…" I told Night Fury. "And the chances for me to live on… is so low that I can't even see it…" "Liar…! How could someone at the brink of death still fought so earnestly just to live…!?" "…I don't want to die… a pointless death….! My life isn't so cheap…!" I uttered. "If taking my life could let someone… as powerful as you to help the world… then it's all worth it…!"