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I'd suffocate. From my own cowardice.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Smile, so your teeth won't suffocate.
Brilliantly, ecstatically, irrepressibly. This is the way to burn
Give all of life's oxygen to the fire that is your soul.
Breathe as long as the sky is alive
And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,
Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties
My hair ... now could I but unloose my soul!
We are sepulchred alive in this close world,
And want more room.
I let go of the tenuous control I had and scream into the void. Without lungs you can scream forever, and I do.
Preach! Write! Act! Do anything save to lie down and die.
cry huge, gasping tears.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death ... and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
You breathe nonstop, like a marathon runner, but it doesn't help.
Dwell in your body.
To accomplish nothing and die of the strain
I might suffocate you tonight with a pillow, Kingsley said
All you've got to do is lie there a few minutes and die a little.
Unfurl your muscles. Slip off your skin. Drop your guts in a heap on the floor."
I felt my airway constrict. Damn, this was profound. I continued. "Nuzzle inside the hollow of my bones. Let our breaths mingle as one. Turn liquid for me. Only for me. Bury your essence inside of my soul.
Do nothing immoderate.
Grieve. so that you can be free to feel something else.
Lie, copulate, and die.
The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.
Breathing is optional, but I need some air.
Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.
Endure to the very end.
Baste! enough! I sup, I wet, I humect, I moisten my gullet, I drink, and all for fear of dying. Drink always and you shall never die.
Joyously participate in the sorrows of others.
live a death, die a death
Live while you live, then die and be done with.
Fall off your own roof.
A man can suffocate on courtesy.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Burn like a bonfire in whatever you do
Fight to the last gasp.
Live simply, laugh joyfully, love tremendously, and leave silently.
Treat Death as it treats us: with utter indifference.
Let everything about you breathe the calm and peace of the soul.
Devote yourself to living completely and sharing your unique brilliance.
Sleep beckoned, warn and wide and full of welcome oblivion.
It was no use. I couldn't crawl back into unconsciousness. I had too much to do.
Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
You're suffocating me! I hate you! Hate!
Sing, fight, cry, pray, laugh, work and admire.
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
Surrender to God.
Live a fuller life while you can breathe.
Wake up and live
Immerse in serenity,
live in tranquility.
Breathe next to me. And I will capture a piece of your soul along with mine.
What are our lungs supposed to do?" I shouted. Shouted: "If they breathe fast they suffocate themselves from inner poisons; if they breathe slowly they suffocate from unbreathable air, from outraged things. But if they try to search for their own rhythm they perish from the mere search.
Devour life without chewing, and pray that you don't choke
Freeze or panic.
Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.
Death's brother, sleep.
Quietly endure, silently suffer and patiently wait.
Breathe in, take what life hands you; hold it, accept it; breathe out, let it go.
Run equals die. Stay equals die. So before we go all O.K. Corral on this, let's consider the third option: We blow it up.
Live. Until you are down to your final breath, love and fight and rage and grieve and live.
Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
Rest, rest at the heart's core ... till joy shall overtake.
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
Let the wet earth embrace you firmly, soundly.
She needs to be revived, she needs to beat like a heart
full of adrenaline inside a chest.
Graciously live life.
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath.
The crushing weight of silence hangs heavy as always. For a moment it's too difficult to breathe, and I wonder if this is how I die. Drowned in this bed of silk, burned by a king's obsession, smothered by open air.
SLEEP (Sleep Like Everyone Else, Please). At
Die, the queen thought at it, in irritation, fly into the flame and be done with it.
I just want to breathe
Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.
Close your eyes, cover your ears with your hands and open your soul.
Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one else can see.
Leave nothing for death but a burned-out castle
When I die bury me in smoke
How can I dispose of myself with it?
Be brave, be strong, read your sacred texts, and practice death.
Ignite the fire in your soul.
Make something, and die.
Dear gentlemen, let me die a natural death.
Run in circles, scream and shout,
Sleep just a while longer, that's it, where else can you go where you neither suffer nor cause suffering.
Start fires. But only metaphorically. Unless you are cold and it's a safe setting. In which case: start fires.
Repose in that peaceful, cool, calm, serene depth of your Being. You know, this is something immensely valuable and precious
Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
I can't breathe.
Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings.
Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?
If there is one thing I refuse to do, it is to drown.
Empty yourself to fill the void with love.
Embrace your death ... Cherish your awareness of death as a gift from the universe.
If you're alive, make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death.
I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.
Substantiate or suffocate, Ms. Vetra. Mickey's ticking.
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings ... Amble out for love
Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.
Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
Cure the disease and kill the patient.
Stay alive.
But she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to.
Ignite the fire in thy soul.
I escape into sleep. Sleep is what I'll miss most when I die.
I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky
Suck all the juice this life will give!