you only spend one day on your death bed... its the 30000 days before that actually matter
That’s what you get in life. You get whoever you end up with. Whoever is willing to stick by you and fight for you when everyone else is gone. And it ain’t always who you expect. But you just have to make due.
…I knew that if we were going to live with ourselves on the terms that we wanted, we’d have to pay a price…And we’ve paid a price every day since. It’s expensive…But I don’t want to live cheap, or live for nothing. I never have wanted that and I’ve never liked it.
How is this matter for mirth?/Let each man be judged by his deeds./I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.
i miss him and i feel terrible that he died like that and it seems so unfair and such a waste. but i feel other things too, guilt especially. guilt that we left him on his own, that we didn't try harder. i think we should have done more. and i feel angry, angry at him. angry that he was so weak and didn't try harder. angry that he was such a genius but didn't do enough with it. sometimes you just have to be brave.
Life and death weren’t opposites in Nature: one was merely an extension of the other.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.
Life’s all about making mistakes, and death’s about wishing you made more.
One of the most difficult things to think about in life is one’s regrets. Something will happen to you, and you will do the wrong thing, and for years afterward you will wish you had done something different
What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired, a word which here means ‘happened and made everybody sad'