Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.

It’s funny how books can change you. You open up a book and one minute you are who you’ve always been, then you read some random passage and you become someone else.

Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

In times such as these, life often begs us to seek answers when in reality there are only questions available.

If something’s worth getting upset about, then there must be something worth getting happy about. And if something’s worth getting happy about, then there must be something that matters. But there isnt!.. In a few...

Misery comes to miser; joy comes to wiser. (A Very Hot Cup of Tea, Empathy)Juvenile invites, youth tries, adult applies, and the old man dies. (A Straw Man, Empathy)In everyone, there lives a superhero. (The...

It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean

The Piper is coming nearer,” he said, “he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes – he pipes – and we...

Life on earth is temporary. May we pursue peace and live in harmony with one another.

KARLI KAYIN ORMANINDA…En acayip gücümüzdür,kahramanlıktır yaşamak:Öleceğimizi bilipöleceğimizi mutlak.Memleket mi, daha uzak,gençliğim mi, yıldızlar mı?Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu, ölümden öte köy var mı ?…

Death. It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

Strange, how death had a way of turning a table upside down in an instant. It swept away all the dust that covered treasures, blew the fog from one’s view, knockedaway facades.

It was during this terrible night that the three wounded died, and the jeeps froze solid.

I feel like a little tug in a great storm. But I’m fastened to a great ship on ahead. It’s going into port and can’t lose it’s way.

O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pieO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,gimme a break before I die:grant me wisdom, will, & wit,purity, probity, pluck, & grit.Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,and forgive,...

I think she might at least have waited till the funeral was over,’ said Amanda in a scandalized voice.’It’s her own funeral, you know,’ said Sir Lulworth; ‘it’s a nice point in etiquette how far...

Vivre est une maladie, dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les seize heures ; c’est un palliatif : la mort est le remède.

This will be Great Mam’s last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

Hamlet misspoke, Strawl decided. It is consciousness that makes cowards of us all, not conscience. Right and wrong are venomless when compared to the simple awareness of being alive. The knowledge that existence can equal...

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are...

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.

Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of...

Ah yes, a great victory, this ‘sport’. I am sure El Toro appreciates the applause Jumping in the Puddles of Life

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Smrt je preseljenje iz kuće u kuću. To nije nestanak već drugo rođenje. Kao što prsne ljuska jajeta kad se pile potpuno razvije, tako dođe vrijeme da se rastave duša i tijelo. Smrt je nužnost...

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

I am waltzing with death, flirting with him, but he stands there smiling and saying nothing because he does not need to woo or be wooed: he knows he gets us all in the end.

…Death,” she said, as her hand dropped away, ” is how you know you were alive in the first place.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud.” – 74

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

Girl from the fifth floor, who feeds the birds every day, climbs up to the water tank and jumps off. I see her body on the road below, and feel absolutely nothing. Maybe because I...

One’s ribs shouldn’t be prison bars.

But why was the room suddenly becoming so dark? It was the middle of the afternoon. With a supreme effort Giuseppe Corte, who felt himself paralyzed with a strange lethargy, looked at the clock on...

Life is flinching in the midst of breathing, gasping at the thought of dying. It’s climbing ropeless up sheer rock faces, groping for the next finger-hole of hope. Steady on! Only a thousand feet to...

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

If there is a day I don’t think about death. Then I believe I’ve had a bad day.

It is sad but so many tragedies can be avoided, if we extend a little bit of love to one another.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

He always thought that Touie’s long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem...

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as “No Man’s Land.” Here 1,500 unidentified...

Death isn’t a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

And what after all, is death?? ‘Tis but a cessation from mortal life; ’tis but the finishing of an appointed course; the refreshing inn after a fatiguing journey; the end of a life of cares...

Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.

character isn’t something you talk about; it’s something you show through your actions—through your every day habits.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into...

Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!” He became animated at this point, “No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.

It’s all a waste of time. Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That’s how it is with everything.Pierre Anthon