alive

Typical Pollution, they__e always living in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But not just alive like I was yesterday and the day before. Alive like I knew I was alive. Like I could feel the breaths coming into my chest. And I knew I was the person inside my own body.

Some fail to bear in mind that everyone is sentenced to death. Death is a treacherous virus that strikes randomly. The only truth is that nobody is going to make it out alive. We are all living on probation and our expiry date is indefinite. ( __iving on probation_ )

As long as you__e breathing, your story__ still going.

That night I think we were trying to fight against death, against boredom and banality, against everything that made us cry and stare at our futures full in the face with dread. We drank and played games to be in the now, to be in each moment as hard as we could, because the moment was all that mattered, at the end of it all. I remember I felt intoxicated on life and darkness. I felt powerful. It was the most natural thing in the world. This was why we were alive_ to be powerful and free.

There is no point to be alive if you live like a dead man

Directing a funeral isn__ about death at all. Funerals are for the living, not the dead.

Jenny and I once talked about how we manage to live despite the knowledge that we are all going to die. What's the point of it all? Why bother getting up in the morning when faced with such futility? Or is it the promise of death that inspires life? That we must grab what we can while there's still time? Is it the not knowing if today is the day that keeps us going? But what if this is the day? What if the hour is here? How do you stand? How do you breathe? How do you go on?

If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.

Yes, it hurts to fall_ ache, tenderness__ut each scar is a sign your system is working.

but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysicaldilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the pointmy spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my facemy love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face my love is too music to have thrown back on my face

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.

It is very sad to see children live like orphans while their parents are still alive. After all, children need the constant love of parents.

This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it.

Allow yourself to be alive every single day of your life.

Starting the day__nother chance to be new again. How many of us still wish for that? To be your own sunrise. To awaken like a prayer__oth solemn and joyful at still being alive . . .

Our minds are so cluttered with endless to-do lists that there's no room for us to experience the joy in being alive today.

When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.