Quotes About Alive

To mourn someone who is still alive brings a particular, complicated pain. And often it brings guilt; to mourn someone who has not yet died is to consign them to a kind of death.

There are moments in life- and I would have to admit that I don´t have them as often as I would like - when everything just comes together, and when, even being single, I feel happy, relaxed and confident. Some days, like today, I feel, as the French would say, so comfortable in my skin, that I could almost cry with the joy of being alive

And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest.

I'm not dead.

The old memories were making him angry, boiling up inside of him. That was good. It meant he was still alive. Dead men couldn't fight. Only living men, fuming at injustice and enraged at the loss of their fellows, fought, and won wars. "Cap'n

Useful men stay alive.

And so begin again by doing what I really want to do. Work. Aspiring to an existence with a lot of quiet in it. Turning from people I don't needing my life. Shunning bits busyness. Finding the courage to say no. I need to be good at being alive again.

I used to think the only way to be truly alive is to confront your mortality.

Dead or alive, interesting people are interesting people.

To be alive is to be burning

I want to live with deep intimacy every day of my life. I am guided, sometimes driven, by an ache to take the necessary risks that will let me live close to what is within and around me. And I am sometimes afraid that it will be too much, that I will not have, or be connected to, whatever it takes to be with it all, to bear the exquisite beauty and bone-wrenching sorrow of being fully alive.

truth cannot "be reduced to aphorism or formulas. It is something alive and unpronounceable. Story creates an atmosphere in which [truth] becomes discernible as a pattern."3

I go fishing in my mind. I put out bait, the bait of my own longing, my desire, and my hunger for connection, for a tug of something alive at the end of a line. Something that I may have to struggle with to pull in, but that will be wild and important to me, whether I keep it or let it go.

Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. — Robert Browning

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

Without pain, it feels almost like I don't have a body at all, almost like I'm a ghost, sitting in a chair, blinded and eternal. Like I'm dead already. Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt? "We are the choices we make, Todd," the Mayor says. "Nothing more, nothing less.

The knife is alive. As long as I hold it, as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will.

Back in the days when rulers actually said "off with their heads" it was customary to give the executioner a monetary gift so he would be sure to kill you with the first stroke of the blade. If he didn't, you were still alive but laying around, your head hanging partly chopped off. Not a fun way to spend the day, even the last day of the rest of your life. "The

The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe. I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive.

If you are alive on this planet, you are a counselor! You are interpreting life, and sharing those interpretations with others. You are a person of influence, and you are also being influenced.

I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.

But he froze before he had reached far enough, halted, certainly, by the same sexret doubt I had seen in others, the querulous look and fear that asked, Is there yet someone alive in that shell? Some living human being, watching, waiting to come back to life [...]. Might there yet be some ember that could burst suddenly into flame, escaping, falling away to earth like a maggot dropping from a carcass?

Well, life is not just a business of standing on dry land and occasionally getting your feet wet. It is merely an illusion that some of us stand on one bank and some on the opposite. So long as we stand like that we are not living at all, but dreaming. So jump, jump in, and let the shock wake us up. Even if we drown, at least for a moment or two before we die we shall be awake and alive.