Bleeding for a decade For a decade, We bleed like there is no hell but the earth We bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside. We find a clue After a decade Bleeding is just to breath Simply keeps us alive.

— Arzum Uzun

Books are like plants. They're decorations that are alive.

— Katy Lee

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

— Munia Khan

But ban alive & ban a woman & ban colored is a metaphysical dilemma/ i haven't conquered yet/ do you see the pointy spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face my 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 night 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

— Ntozake Shange

But it's fair to say that the war's [WWI] dialectic forced those who were more or less alive to go to their death, and gave those who were more or less dead the right to live. And if the war managed only to separate the living from the dead, then the new regime, arriving in its wake, would sooner or later pit them against each other as enemies.

— Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

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.

— Matt de la Pena

But work is life only when done in mindfulness. Otherwise, one becomes life the person "who lives as though dead." We need to light our own torch in order to carry on. But the life of each one of us is connected with the life of those around us. If we know how to live in mindfulness, if we know how to preserve and care for our own mind and heart then thanks to that our brothers and sisters will also know how to live in mindfulness.

— Thich Nhat Hanh

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it, I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

— Margaret Atwood

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult

— Vera Nazarian

Comfort zone has the most comfortable bed in life where dreams become alive in your mind but never become a reality because you never get up from bed to make it happen.

— Oscar Bimpong