Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

‎"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father's palace as a dead man.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.