The living and dead world are separated by breath. — Lailah Gifty Akita
The living and dead world are separated by breath. — Lailah Gifty Akita
The living and dead world are separated by breath. — Lailah Gifty Akita
The living and dead world are separated by breath. — Lailah Gifty Akita
The living and dead world are separated by breath. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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The living and dead world are separated by breath.

— Lailah Gifty Akita
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More “Death” Quotes

Old: Give me liberty or give me death. - New: Give me liberty or give me debt. — Orrin Woodward
There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and — Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun
We must, indeed, all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately. — Benjamin Franklin
I can't loose you...you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don't do this! — T.K. Chapin, Deliverance
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Death in love is the beginning of a eternal life ! Just make your soul free . — Arash Pakravesh, Love Story
You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you're too damn beautiful for my own good — Caisey Quinn, Girl with Guitar
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