Don't
be Afraid of Death
“Don't
be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live
forever, you just have to live.”
―
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
“I'm
sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent
to come here.”
―
Arthur C. Clarke
“Great
things happen to those who don't stop believing, trying, learning, and being
grateful.”
―
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“Never
lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.”
―
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“Don't
part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have
ceased to live.”
―
Mark Twain
“Don't
waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.”
―
Paulo Coelho
“Don't
you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose
it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”
―
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
“People
say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.”
―
Logan Pearsall Smith
“The
past has no power over the present moment.”
―
Eckhart Tolle
“To
say goodbye is to die a little.”
―
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye
“Do
not fear failure but rather fear not trying.”
―
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“It
was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being
empty.”
―
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
“That
it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
―
Emily Dickinson
“The
reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in
trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the
unreasonable man.”
―
George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
“Life,
he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end
there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to
make the whole thing worthwhile.”
―
Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
“To
be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether
'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The
slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or
to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And
by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No
more; and by a sleep to say we end
The
heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That
flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly
to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To
sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For
in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When
we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must
give us pause: there's the respect
That
makes calamity of so long life;
For
who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The
oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The
pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The
insolence of office and the spurns
That
patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When
he himself might his quietus make
With
a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To
grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But
that the dread of something after death,
The
undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No
traveller returns, puzzles the will
And
makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than
fly to others that we know not of?
Thus
conscience does make cowards of us all;
And
thus the native hue of resolution
Is
sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And
enterprises of great pith and moment
With
this regard their currents turn awry,
And
lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The
fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be
all my sins remember'd!”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“You
couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made
it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world, or the person
you loved.”
―
Stewart O'Nan, The Odds: A Love Story
