Browsing Topic Best I'm Alive Quotes

I don’t know (and I guess I never will while I’m alive) just how thick my old skull is, but I do know that it is pretty thick, or it would have been cracked many years ago, for I have been struck some terrible blows on my head with iron dray-pins, pokers, clubs, stone-coal, and bowlders, which would have split any man’s skull wide open unless it was pretty thick. Doctors have often told me that my skull was nearly an inch in thickness over my forehead.

Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don’t know whether I’m alive or whether I died. I wasn’t afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn’t feel fear. But I am afraid. I don’t understand why.

If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me… I’m alive.

You got to fight them, Celie, she say. I can’t do it for you. You got to fight them for yourself. I don’t say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead. She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don’t fight, I stay where I’m told. But I’m alive.

I’m just so grateful, because to feel this vulnerable means I’m alive.

Now look at me! Take a good look! I was born and I knew I was alive and I knew what I wanted. What do you think is alive in me? Why do you think I’m alive? Because I have a stomach and eat and digest the food? Because I breathe and work and produce more food to digest? Or because I know what I want, and that something which knows how to want—isn’t that life itself? And who—in this damned universe—who can tell me why I should live for anything but for that which I want?

Singing is a form of admitting that I’m alive.

I get to tell my truth. I get to seek meaning and realization. I get to live fully, wildly, imperfectly. That’s why I’m alive. And all I actually have to offer as a writer is my version of life. Every single thing that has happened to me is mine.

Let ourselves be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen, to love with our whole hearts, even though there’s no guarantee… to practice gratitude and joy in those moments of terror, to be this vulnerable means that we’re alive.

Music has touched me deeply, sometimes to tears. But at the same time it’s been life-affirming, because I’ve been grateful for the fact that I’m alive and human and capable of being so moved.

I’m alive and I want to keep living.

In twenty years’ time I’ll be eighty-three, just an old man with a stick moving like a sloth bear. While I’m alive, I am fully committed to autonomy, and I am the person who can persuade the Tibetan people to accept it.

I feel alive in quiet moments with my son, riding our bikes or watching him line his trains up in a particular order, witnessing how his mind works, hearing him learn a new word. I’m alive in these special moments because I never knew a love like this.

I existed until I met you. Now I’m alive.

I’m not afraid of being dead, that’s to say there’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t know I’m dead, would be my strong conviction. And if I find that I’m alive in any way at all, that’ll be a pleasant surprise. I quite like surprises.

I’m alive but I have no life. I’m alive but also dead. I’m dead and alive.

I might not have the ability to ever carry a child and I have this damn bag for the time being – but I’m alive.

I want my flowers while I’m alive.

I know that it’s comin I just hope that I’m alive for it

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I’m alive, despite this living death.

I do believe in God. That’s why I’m alive.

Maggie the cat is alive. I’m alive.

Smiling just to see the smile upon your face. These are the moments I thank God that I’m alive.

From MARS Volume 3 by Fuyumi Soryo: Kira: Why do you go through all that just to race? I guess asking that is the same thing as asking why I draw….probably because I’m alive….that’s all there is to it. I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful….and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in. You said it was nothing, but there’s no one as alive as you.

I realized that every second that I’m alive, the world cares less about me. It’s just a very linear, downward progression. And it sounds cynical because you guys are young and you’re full with life. I want you to understand – this is it. You have nothing to look forward to because you’re peaking. If you’re not having fun now, kill yourself. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just – it’s not worth it to go forward.

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.

I’m in complete remission. I’m alive and well.

I don’t have to worry about writing jokes. I just tell stories about things that have happened to me. As long as I’m alive and I’m living and I’m experiencing different things every day, the show will always change.

Don’t ever leave me again, I said in a tiny voice. I won’t, he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. I won’t. Not ever. And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since we’d split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I don’t known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? I’m alive too. Iggy’s plaintive voice made me pull back.

Excuse me? I’m alive too.

I want to know why I’m alive. I want to understand. It’s like exploration; it’s like someone being interested in a place and its history, digging into the earth and looking for it, searching – it’s a passion.

There are dreams inside of me and those are mine and my guess is that they’re there for a reason. But for all the days like now where the dreams are asked to be only dreams, I’m gonna keep getting out of bed. I’m gonna keep living my story. I’m gonna believe that there is reason and purpose, and power in my life. I’m gonna believe that I’m alive inside a story bigger than my pain, bigger than everything missing.

The longer I’m alive, the more I realize how little I know. Pretending that you know everything about every topic, and being very vocal about it? That’s an instant turnoff.

Oh heavens, how I long for a little ordinary human enthusiasm. Just enthusiasm – that’s all. I want to hear a warm, thrilling voice cry out Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I’m alive!