Richelle Mead Quotes

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.

I started thinking about how life is a lot like getting pushed out of a plane. You didn't ask to be here, none of us did. But we're all careening through space towards an eventual end that no one's gonna be able to put off. That's the only thing that's definite, this impact. So I started to think about how a lot of us fall at an incredible velocity, and it's over in the blink of an eye.

She would consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the bottom was going to drop out.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

Since life itself is uncertain, nothing which has life for its basis can boast much stability.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

Death is a sniper. It strikes people you love, people you like, people you know - it's everywhere. You could be next. But then you turn out not to be. But then again, you could be.

I realise how precious life is, probably because I've seen how it can be taken away.

My parents always taught me never to take anything for granted because it can be taken away from you like that, especially when it comes to looks. I could get into a car crash tomorrow and disfigure my face. So I have to stay grounded.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

If war teaches you anything, it is an appreciation of being alive.

Life is precarious, and life is precious. Don't presume you will have it tomorrow, and don't waste it today.

Because life is short but sweet for certain We're climbing two by two To be sure these days continue These things we cannot change

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

Every morning when I wake up, now, I regard it as having another borrowed day.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

No one's place in this world is guaranteed. Not everyone is going to get a happy ending. But life isn't about how it ends. It's about the moments between. It's about the small things. The way our loved ones laugh. The sight of a butterfly in the sunlight after a year or two in the darkness. The love and support of an old friend. They might not be with us in body, but they are with us in spirit. ... Because every day, on this planet, people are born and people die and stranger things happen.(Armintrout, All Souls' Night, 367)