life and death
Everything
At times I want this inferno within me to burn everything down. This body. This heart. His memories.
Everything.
Last Time
You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn’t know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.
Time
Nobody works out the value of time: men use it lavishly as if it cost nothing… We have to be more careful in preserving what will cease at an unknown point.
Life And Death
Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.
Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead, So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
John Updike