It is never death because they live in your heart foever.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

Live free or die.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.