Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.
I'd rather lose her from my life, but know she was alive and well than lose her altogether to death.
One must desire something to be alive; perhaps absolute satisfaction is only another name for Death.
My experience of emptiness is that it is alive with the possibility of everything waiting to be born
It is putting a very high price on one's conjectures to have someone roasted alive on their account.
We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling.
If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.