Love And Death Paradoxes

Table of Contents

• Love as a Motivator for Life
• Death as an Element of Love
• The Beauty and Envy of Death
• The Pain of Losing Loved Ones
• Love's Endurance Beyond Death
• The Paradox of Love and Death
• Life's Preciousness in the Face of Death
• Death as Liberation or Transformation
• Love's Illusions and Realities
• Other

Love as a Motivator for Life

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

It's not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love...that's what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the thunder and after a nightmare. When love is your refuge from the death that surrounds us all and when it fills you so tight that you can't express it.

One thing a death will do is make you reflect on how many kinds of love there are to be experienced in the world.

Every living thing dies, Art. That’s why we cherish it while we have it. That’s why we respect the decisions our loved ones make for themselves. That’s why we love, and why we care, and why we hurt. Because everything dies.

Love empowers us to live fully and die well. Death becomes, then, not an end to life but a part of living.

Love isn't safe and life isn't guaranteed. So yeah, I could die and you could lose Levi and your heart could hurt again, but that's just life. The only alternative is living without fully loving anyone else. And that's not living at all.

For without love we will lose the will to live. Our mental and physical vitality is impaired, our resistance is lowered, and we succumb to illnesses that often prove fatal. We may escape actual death, but what remains is a meager and barren existence, emotionally so impoverished that we can only be called half alive.

So even as we see the horror of death, may we be reminded that in the end, love wins. Mercy triumphs. Life is more powerful than death. And even those who have committed great violence can have the image of God come to life again within them as they hear the whisper of love. May the whisper of love grow louder than the thunder of violence. May we love loudly.

You may think life is sweet now, but when death is a heartbeat away then life becomes unbearably desirable. And when you survive, everything you do will be enhanced and filled with greater joy: the sunlight, the breeze, a good wine, a woman's lips, a child's laughter.

Death may indeed be final but the love we share while living is eternal.

Death as an Element of Love

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

You embrace death because life doesn’t exist without it.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, even for unbelievers. The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning. When love is our whole life, what difference is there between living together and dying together ?

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity- its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Death is an illusion, Love is not!

In order to establish the true value of a function, one must take it to its limits. And it's clear that yesterday's ridiculous "dissolution into the universe," taken to its limits, is death. Because death is exactly that: the ultimate dissolution of my self into the universe. And hence, if "L" signifies love and "D" signifies death, then L=f(D) - that is, love is a function of death.

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.

Death has more in common with Love than you can imagine

I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

The Beauty and Envy of Death

Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person's life its true meaning.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Death is Beautiful!

Death is Beautiful

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity--it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Death is Perfection's reflection. One cannot be the other, but without one, the other suffers.

Death brings out the beauty in life.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

Death is the most beautiful adventure in life.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead, you're made for life.

The Pain of Losing Loved Ones

When somebody you love dies, a phase of life’s innocence dies with that person, and a part of you dies as well.

Losing someone you love to death. Is like losing a piece of a puzzle. your world feel incomplete and there is no piece that can feel in for missing piece. There will always be that space of missing puzzle , even if the puzzle is complete.

The death of a loved one is one of the worst experiences that life has to offer and yet it’s unavoidable, the only alternative being never loving in the first place. Life is so feeble, its flame extinguished as easily as blowing out a candle. All it takes is a misplaced step or disease, life eventually takes its course and the destination is always death.

There are forces in the world much stronger than death. The special relationship you two have is assuredly one such entity. If you ever despair, remember this: he is with you. He will always be with you.” –Reverend Sanderson

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.

Your life, unfortunately - and I mean this - your life is built on when love dies. There's a lot of love in your life that will simply die. And you wish that you died with it, you know? But you don't. And you go, oh, well, here I am.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

For the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against. For those of us a little older, she is an old friend, an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.

Love's Endurance Beyond Death

I'm death's lover and I'm going to break death's heart.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

You know you love something if you're willing to die for it, and you know it means nothing if you walk away from that which is dying.

Death is not our destiny. Longing for true love is our true destiny. That is where we will find the ultimate meaning of life.

If heaven is full of scarsAnd life filled with stars then death is just an homagefor those who felt love but harsh

You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here...Death ends life, not a relationship.

Death will not take the people I love. Our journey will end differently.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless.

The Paradox of Love and Death

The will of life and death, never share the same motivation...we all know that love is the ultimate motive to die for...but let’s not kid ourselves......we all know the ultimate motive to rise back from the dead is vengeance.

you want to know what death feels like? Fall in love

Death still a big deal and huge thing that scares the human nature ...But Guess what ;Love is NOT ONLY about being ready to die for someone ... It's ALSO about being ready to live for someone.Since both are in the extreme levels ;Each one of them could mean something and we can't consider it real love until we have them combined ,take it as something similar to the yin and yang principle .

Then he returned to his theme: 'If so many lovers feel the desire to die and more and more die each day, while still in love, it is because love and death are linked by analogies, by underground passages, and communicate. One leads to the other. The one makes the other more acute, more intense. There is no doubt that death is a great stimulant of love. ("Love And Death")

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Life's Preciousness in the Face of Death

It is death that makes life precious.

When we face our fear of death and slow down our busy lives, we come to realize our relationships are precious, a part of life’s foundation. Knowing this fact helps us to understand that death’s true purpose is to teach us how to live.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

With death on our conscious we have the opportunity to act with diligence and love unconditionally

If you've got time to fantasize about a beautiful death, why not live beautifully until the end?

When you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

In being with dying, we arrive at a natural crucible of what it means to love and be loved. And we can ask ourselves this: Knowing that death is inevitable, what is most precious today?

Death as Liberation or Transformation

To find the great Love, we must, one way or another, die the great death.

If death were to come, it would not rob me of my final thoughts- they would not be in fear but of love.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

A beautiful death is for people who lived like animals to die like angels—loved and wanted.

Death is sometimes kinder than Love.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

Love's Illusions and Realities

When someone says that their love will never die, it means that they love is not real, for everything that is real dies.

It's not reasonable to love people who are only going to die.

I realized that that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it. Death is inert and heavy, and it has no relation to your heart's desires.

To love and not be loved; is to die and not be dead

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but that we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

Why is it that the beautiful things are more intertwined in death more that life?

I love life more than I love death.

Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.

Other

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it.

Death drives desire.

I love death because life hates me.

Those who loves you they do not die with you but they do all that you die to live.And Those who do not love you do not kill you physically but they do all that you wait to die

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

The stronger civilization becomes, the more deeply the love of death is buried in the subconscious.

Death had been more pitiful to them than longer life would have been. It had taken the one in the loyalty of love, and the other in the innocence of faith, from a world which for love has no recompense and for faith no fulfillment.

When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Death is the most crucial alert for every living being to know that one day we will not be part of this world. But do this love will keep our existence as we does? We must meet each other, we have to live the moment what we deserve. For a while, for some seconds, for some minutes, for hours, for months, for years, forever, we need someone who is made for us. We can't see him/her in any struggle.

Because if anything can make death feel like a truly desirable alternative, it's getting dumped.

Death is not friendly. It's dark, black where you look at it. You're all alone. But it's no different when you're alive, right? No matter how many relationships we seem to have, we're all alone. - Misaki Mei

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.

We were supposed to survive together. We were supposed to leave and live and grow old together. But instead, his death is a sacrifice for my life, a life I no longer want.

The reality? Is Your Mortality. Share The Love Now

I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

Death is just a door that only love can come and go through.

I came to understand the most intriguing irony of life, that the most intimate partner of life is death. (Page 94)

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing.

Death carves holes in your soul, and love fills them.

Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Death always triumphs in the end. Over everything: even love.

Death comes in many forms but the form of love is suprising

If you love me as I love you Nothing but death can part us two.

Some people love Death to death, some people love Life for life.

Because I've died many deaths, mostly over you, and I'm still alive. Trying to have a relationship with you is like trying to rescue someone from Hades. Only a fool would keep going back to get a woman who fights him every step of the way.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity; it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

When I started writing Forest Life, I was suicidal and drunk because I had lost someone I love to a tragedy. Afterward, my question was this: why love when death and suffering are inevitable? I won’t reveal my solution to this problem, but I do present it in the pages of the book. These are only a few of the issues I grapple with in the story and I hope that you’ll read the story and consciously address your own uncertainty and fear." - Shane Crash, Provoketive Magazine Write-Up 2012

There are a thousand ways to die,” he told me quietly. “There are so few really to live. I would gladly risk the former for the latter, and it is my choice, is it not? To risk whatever I must, my heart, my body, my soul, in order to be with you. Is that not what love is? – Louis-Cesare

I am interested in struggle - between our hearts and our head, between principle and desire - and one of those struggles is with mortality; and no one at all is immune to it, which makes it even more interesting to me. Some people fall in love, some don't. Some sky dive, some don't. Everyone who lives, ages.

Body and mind, like man and wife, do not always agree to die together.

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you're doing what's right for your loved one.

All in all, death is something like marriage.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.

I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that's the moment of death. It's a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.

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