Natalie Babbitt

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Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live

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Like all magnificent things, it's very simple

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The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color

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dont be afraid of death, be afraid of the unlived life

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You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road