Novel & Cerita Poems About Life And Death

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

“Because the journey matters more than the destination. Because the experience matters more than the ending. Because living fully for ten years is better than existing forever without living.” “You are lying! You are trying to convince me that existence is good when death proves it is terrible! When the ending proves that nothing is superior! When erasure proves the First Dark is correct!” Hope rose toward the ceiling. Agitated. Desperate. “I should go back now. Should tell the First Dark to erase everything immediately. Should end this cruel experiment called existence before more beings suffer like this! Before more consciousness is tortured with temporary being followed by permanent nothi

She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands. … Mom followed my wish and didn't take her own life. She faced no legal consequences because she had lost her sanity. For countless days and nights, she sat on a cramped bed in the psychiatric ward, staring blankly out the window. She kept singing something unconsciously, her voice faint and soft. Only by leaning in very close could one hear that she was singing a well-known lullaby. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

Even surrounded by my friends and relatives, Zayne showed no fear as he shoved my hands back. "I said Janice is dead. She died miserably in the endless snow! "If you hadn't kept making things difficult for Janice, she never would have spent three days in the hospital with an allergic reaction, and she certainly wouldn't have agreed to come to Selvaria. "She was supposed to have another month left. She didn't even get to say goodbye to the world properly!" Zayne screamed until his voice cracked. My face froze in shock. I knew that Zayne would never joke about Janice's life, but how could this be? How could she be gone?

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

"Didn't know you were such a poet, Dr. R." "I'm not, but I will admit to being a fan of the Bard. He had a lot to say about crossing over, you know. Hamlet, Macbeth, Caesar ...they all had lines about death." "That's true." I'd stared out the window along with him. "You're thinking that this is goodbye for you and me, aren't you? We won't see each other again."

[Remi's POV] Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate.

The quieting is this. No separation. The life lives. The life dies. The birth cries. The death sighs. All within this. None apart from this. The living is this. The dying is this. The crying is this. The sighing is this. No separation. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The living that is. The dying that is. The birthing that is. The deathing that is. Only this. The story of the cursed wolf was this.

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

ZARYA ROGOV Some die when they want to live the most. Some die even when they are already dead. In the end, no matter where we stand in life, we die. So, why do we worry so much about life when we are not even sure if we'll live to see the sun rise again?