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Live and Love the Fantasy
Pass on by us and forgive us our happiness
Forget not
Regret not
Live
Grieve nothing in this transitory world
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing
A life rooted deeply lives and grows in memory.
Why live? Life was its own answer.
Reignite the fire in your heart. Live on purpose.
There are events you witness, or in which you participate, that forever remain sacrosanct and inviolate in memory, no matter how painful that memory is, because of the cost that you or others paid in order to be there in that moment when the camera lens clicked shut.
We honor the people we lost by loving again.
There were times where all we want is to Play the laughter, Pause the memories, Stop the pain and Rewind the happiness.
I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
Live as if you have already lived and died, now do what you ever wanted to in an earlier life
Here, in memory, we live and die.
We are the directors of our own life, creating our own version of truth, which can be humorous, pleasurable, miserable, brutal, or stupid. Reconciling loss and misfortune can provide a sense of sublimity or catharsis.
There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to re-live, certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.
Life is a re-discovery.
We all have to learn to live with our losses, and to use our regrets to spur us on in the future.
Redeem the misspent time that's past,
And live this day as 'twere thy last.
The life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.
Some events are so harrowing, they either shape who we become or we move past them. They either break us entirely, or we pick up the pieces and put ourselves back together, altered but not shattered.
Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.
What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
My loved ones may vanish through death but my memories live on
Chase away sorrow by living
Die to everything of yesterday so that your mind is always fresh, always young, innocent, full of vigor and passion.
Live as temporal, serve as eternal
To live passionately, we ought to be able to look once again at the people we once cared for deeply and painfully.
Respect Death and You Live In Life
KEEP YOUR DREAMS ALIVE. KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE. Don't just exist. Live. Thrive. Love. Share. Care. DARE!!
LIVE . LOVE . MATTER
To live is to be other. Even feeling is impossible if one feels today what one felt yesterday, for that is not to feel, it is only to remember today what one felt yesterday, to be the living corpse of yesterday's lost life.
When I sing, I always relive a part of my life.
Live. Until you are down to your final breath, love and fight and rage and grieve and live.
Live, so you do not have to look back and say: 'God, how I have wasted my life.'
To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all
it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.
I did not get over the loss of my loved ones; rather, I absorbed the loss into my life, like soil receives decaying matter, until it became a part of who I am.
you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal.
Live Life, Write it and Share it
After so many deaths I live and write;
Live and let love.
Love and let go.
Go live.
Most of us live in the past, carrying our hurts, guilts and fears. We have to face the pain we carry, lest we spend the rest of our lives running away from it or letting it run us. But the only place you'll ever meet the real is now-here.
Live desired in the world, and die lamented.
The only way to live..is to 'LIVE'!
live a death, die a death
Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!
Everything is a reenactment. We are reenacting the world in the mind. The world is not inside there. It does not reside in the gray matter of the brain.
Grief works its own perversions and betrayals; the shape of what we have lost is as subject to corruption as the mortal body ...
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
Dare to live by letting go.
Redeem thy misspent time that's past, And live this day as if thy last.
See how time makes all grief decay.
How Do You Live If Your Life Dies?
Life is a deep and contemplative story stuck on repeat. love, loss, self-destruction, self-discovery
It's a strange grief ... to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.
Forget the past, to live at last...
Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumblings-apart.
Graciously live life. There is return from the grave.
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
Let go of the sorrow, but hold onto the love.
Dance, Live, Sing, Cry, Love, Travel and Love again, until the day you have to stop
I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.
Grieving is a matter of relearning how to be in the world.
Play is where life lives
Connect with your sacred soul.
Yet the presence of death always refreshes experience thus--that is its function: to help us deliberate on the novelty of time.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom limb.
Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
Live a life worth remembering.
How people die remains in the memory of those who live on
Don't grieve. Don't grieve. I shall be there/Look for my footprint on the air.
Joyously participate in the sorrows of others.
Be the instrument playing the sound of your life's passing
The book is intended to show how it is possible to live in and be enlarged by loss, even as we continue to experience it.
Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.
I've filled my whole life trying to preserve the memory of living, in the fight against dying. Perhaps the only thing I've done, since stopping death is impossible, is to show this fight. The fight itself does not satisfy us either.
Live the questions now
What is past is not dead; it is not even past. We cut ourselves off from it; we pretend to be strangers.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Her life was no more than a ghostly pageant of exhausted endurance, no more real than a television drama. Death, who now stood by her side, was as familiar to her as a family member, missing for a long time but now returned.
Every death of those you love is the death also of so many shared memories and understanding, of a now irretrievable part of your own life.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Open your eyes and live.
Moreover, as usual, she wasn't able to live in the moment. Maybe that's what grief is: a permanent disconnect from here and now. She looked at the games adults played and felt detached. It was easy to tell herself: "I'm not here.".
Die every day. Be reborn again every day.
There is a time when death is an event, an ad-venture, and as such mobilizes, interests, activates, tetanizes. And then one day it is no longer an event, it is another duration, compressed, insignificant, not narrated, grim, without recourse: true mourning not susceptible to any narrative dialectic.
The life of one we love is never lost. Its influence goes through every life it ever touched.
For the loss of those we have loved there is no alleviation but time and carefully and rationally chosen diversions such as will not cause our heart to reproach us.
After desolation, grief brings back our humanity
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
Live and "love to be fascinated.
This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I - how can any of us - let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.
To live
Is to feel
So you know
You are real.
Spend as much time as you can with the people you love, and put yourself in as many situations as possible with those people who enable you to look back and say, "Man, remember that time we . . .; I can't believe that actually happened!
All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.
In the life of everyone there is a limited number of experiences which are not written upon the memory, but stamped there with a die; and in the long years after, they can be called up in detail, and every emotion that was stirred by them can be lived through anew; these are the tragedies of life.
Life must be lived as play.