God we must look so lame, but it doesn't much matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.
John GreenYou're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.
Nicholas SparksIf a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit
Stephen KingMots clés book stephen-king writer alive inspire
When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.
Margery Williams BiancoMots clés love reality childhood child meaning true real alive being
I am here. I am in the present tense. I'm not always here, and sometimes here is a very difficult place. Sometimes it is a labyrinth, or a Minotaur, or a rope I can neither let go of nor follow. It's hard to find the right words, but I guess I would say that it's something like feeling the floor. And that it is my privilege to feel it.
Meg HowreyMots clés acceptance self-acceptance gratitude alive
Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés dead depression alive
How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
Dejan StojanovicMots clés wisdom poetry philosophy literature thought poets invisible quotes alive sight poetry-quotes literature-quotes eyesight dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun
Neither alive nor dead;
No one lets up,
No one wins.
Mots clés wisdom poetry literature winning dead quotes thoughts letting-go alive win poetry-quotes quotes-to-live-by literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic circling neither
And the fact was that he remembered once thinking that he was fine with dying anywhere at any time… but now, gazing at each corpse in turn, he thought with all his heart, I’m glad I didn’t die there. I have to go home. I’ve still got things to do.
Yukako KabeiCan I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés love solitude sex fantasy dead body desire need arms lack alive
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