Novel & Cerita What Is Worse Than Death

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

Or worse. There are a lot of things worse than death, and I don’t doubt these people are above that, the question is why? Why?!

“Worse than death? What’s worse than death?” “If you don’t know, it shows how sheltered you were. There are many things that are worse than death in life. Having your soul sucked right out of you is worse. Living your whole life like you’re dead is worse than death. We’ll be better off in a place where there are comforts and guards. That’s what I’m fighting for. I know there are risks. I also understand your concern but we aren’t better off here. What happens when the food runs out? And the water?”

“But I don't think that was the worst. I found it literally absurd for him to get up so early to go to the market like that. And another thing, the time from seven to nine is exclusive for the elderly, but after nine, they can walk around too. Don't you think it's absurd? Bete's insistence was the trigger. Leia thought the word absurd was too strong to be used so often inappropriately in the mouth of a spoiled girl. "Can I be real honest with you?" “Of course, friend. Beth replied innocently. “It's literally absurd for you to be so far removed from reality that you bother to gossip about these things. " Hey? " It is literally absurd that the country has surpassed the mark of 68,000 deaths fr

He who does not hear the advice of the wise one is bound to perish and perish forever. Forever in the sense of facing the most believed last stage of life which is death. There is a lot you can hide but not death at least for a sickness you visit a foreign hospital, country, or even continent to hide your situations but when it comes to death there is little you can hide, you just go. They argue and advise that do good while you still live as people will judge you and your name by the deads of your days on Earth.

"Worse than being hunted? Worse than tearing an entire pack from the only home they’ve ever known? Tell me, what exactly is worse than that?" A pause. "More death. More blood. More of your people suffering, Colby. That’s what’s worse." My stomach twisted, my anger burning even hotter. "So you’re telling me to run, to give up everything, or else more people die?" I spat. "That’s what this comes down to?" "That’s what it always comes down to," they said, voice colder than before. "This is war, whether you like it or not. And in war, survival matters more than pride."

“What?” “I’ve seen what loss does to people, Sofia,” he said. “There’s no greater pain on this earth than losing one of those four people. I know what it’s like to feel like the world should just stop, and like there’s nothing worth living for anymore. But I promise you, death is never a solution. That peace you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it buried six feet under.”

Chapter thirteen: Wounds and Warriors Death, as they say, is a part of the circle of life. Whoever is born will some day die, unless, of course, you're some sort of alien who snuck into earth or a creature of the night like a vampire. But alas, life isn't a Hollywood fantasy movie with mythical beings and eternal youth. In the real world, death is a reality that we must face, just as I did when my father passed away. Despite clinging to hope for his recovery, the harsh truth eventually settled in—he was gone.

The same thing that was more than likely bothering her the night before. “Hmm, well…that’s nice. You feeling any better?” I glanced at her and then pulled out an article of clothing, “Still a little weak,” I shrugged. “I’ll get through. I’ve been through worse.” “Worse?” Madison seemed surprised by this. Almost as if she knew how bad I was feeling throughout the term of this mysterious illness I had picked up. Still, I did have to think about it, and after consideration I realized something, “Well, this…this was pretty much the worst I’ve ever felt, but I think my father’s death still holds the mantle on the worst things to happen to me.”

Terrifying. “…and it’s worse than the cycle.”