If this is death, if we are dead or dying or even if we are living and just going to die, then what do we have to fear? What are we worried about? I think...

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.

We cry for ourselves, don’t we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

If you are not dead, then there is hope. get up and go conquer the world.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you’re sixteen, and that’s having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

I’m merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).

Once they figure out what you’re doing and where you’re going, they’ll ambush you. You won’t be able to get out of it. They’ll gun you and Mom down in cold blood.” James was trying...

Death wasn’t a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

I’d much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out there, you must come to grips with the rot and bone, bloom and...

This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide under the pressure of collapsed time.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not...

One Must Choose Among Both Parties Either To Be A Wise Man That Die To Live In Righteousness And Blissfulness For Eternity Or Be A Foolish Man That Lives To Die For Vanity.

Everyone dies. That is a universal constant. The only variable is how one dies.

‎”The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them…

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot...

Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Death is life’s way of saying you can have a nice sleep. Despair at its highest point is somewhat of a challenge. But on the other hand life in general has no intrinsic value for...

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

Death is a misery.

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.

Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death

Cái chết bao giờ cũng là điều vĩ đại cuối cùng mà con người đạt đến. Bao nhiêu ngàn năm nay con người cứ khao khát thanh thản, khao khát tự do, bình đẳng, khao...

The scariest thing about death is not dying, it’s the uncertainty of what happens after

Caterpillar dun’ become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.

If death is necessity life is a choice

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.