Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
Interpretation
Life is precious and unique, and amidst the inevitability of death, there are moments of joy and survival that make certain days truly special.
This quote reflects on the nature of life and death, emphasizing that while death is a universal truth, life also offers moments of extraordinary blessing and happiness. It highlights the contrast between the inevitability of mortality and the unexpected moments when joy and vitality prevail, suggesting that each special day is a rare gift that should be cherished.
In practice
During a memorial service to remind attendees of the joys of life.
Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost; the battle's won but the child is lost.
It's a funny thing about stories. It doesn't feel like you make them up, more like you find them. You type and type and you know you haven't got it yet, because somewhere out there, there's that perfect thing -- the unexpected ending that was always going to happen. That place you've always been heading for, but never expected to go.
An awful lot of storytelling isn't really about making people understand - it's about making people care.
I don't want to think that the stories are finite; I want to feel that they can go on forever.
I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know; it was the best.
The trouble with a series as it gets older is it can feel like a tradition, and tradition is the enemy of suspense, and it's the enemy of comedy. It's the enemy of everything, really. So you have to shake it up.
Until-as often happened during those first months travel, whenever I would feel such happiness-my guilt alarm went off. I heard my ex-husband's voice speaking disdainfully in my ear: So this is what you gave up everything for? This is why you gutted our entire life together? For a few stalks of asparagus and an Italian newspaper? I replied aloud to him: "First of all," I said, "I'm very sorry, but this isn't your business anymore. And secondly, to answer you question...yes.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
We're always looking over our shoulders, 'what they will think, what the press will think, what will this one - am I making the right career move?' When you're young you have to do all that to survive, I suppose.
Life is one big road with lots of signs, _x000D_ So when you riding through the ruts, _x000D_ Don't you complicate your mind _x000D_ Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy _x000D_ Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality.
No, you never get any fun_x000D_ _x000D_ Out of the things you haven't done.
The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.
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