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

Amid all that blood of the dying sun, the verde was still alive.

We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.

There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.

It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated my every breath. I couldn’t escape it, that persistent voice, lingering...

I make a joke of it, but… but I’m afraid of death.” He straightened up and turned to look into Joseph’s eyes. Joseph saw the fear there and was shocked by the intensity of it....

Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent… But mainly, it was her eyes. They were drawn into her face as...

It was nothing but a hole, a mouth open wide. You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing. All I knew about the well was its frightening depth. It was deep...

I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone

I’m curious about why there’s so much honor given to death, when there is no honor in losing someone you love.

Did not we vow that we would neither of us be either before or after the other even in travelling the last journey of life? And can you find it in your heart to leave...

We all die alone. We shall endure death as once we endured birth. You can’t share either experience.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

Is this what it’s like? he wondered. When you’re about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can’t see.

In my opinion, anyone who says they have no anxiety at all over experiencing their own physical death is not in touch with their humanity”.~R. Alan Woods [2012]

Everyone wants to be the one to get the mattress pad. … We can do this. We all love to do. The more we can do, the less we have to sit and stare at...

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Morir es tan solo una forma particularmente exacta de envejecer.

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It’s just the body, man. It’s just the body....

She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.

Mom wholeheartedly… She loved me—and inspired me—with transcending devotion. It was a blessing—to have been her son, to have been loved—without conditions. Her words of wisdom opened my eyes to the world—and to myself. By...

We do not look for reason for logic in the passionate entreaties of those who are sick unto death; we are stung with the recollection of a thousand slighted opportunities of fulfilling the wishes of...

What a mistake that had been, to create a construct [AI] that could suffer. He knew that now. Life, pain, death, they were no playthings. Biology was serious business, not for amateurs and foolish gods.

It is appointed for man to die once, Live life to the fullness.

You can find ways to be okay with dying, but you can’t fake your way through living.

I felt a numb shock as I drove home anxious to get my chocolate flowers and wondering how my mother arranged to get them delivered to me at the exact time of her passing as...

Here is the story of how I died. I wish it were a glamorous story; sadly, there was little glamour in my death. The end for everyone is much the same, sad, lonely, and cold....

As for dying we can only assay that once; we are all apprentices when it comes to that

I went to a foot specialist recently and she said:”You’ve broken a bone, it’s healed funny.””What can you do?””Not much.”She strapped me up though and that’s the reason my foot is hurting, because the strapping...

It is necessary to meditate early, and often, on the art of dying to succeed later in doing it properly just once.

And then the sword came down like a flash of lightning, and then her head was off her body and the long rivalry between me and the other Boleyn girl was over.

Why is this happening to me?” Death isn’t happening to you. Death is happening to us all.

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

The price of coming from a small town is that everyone knows your story. Your book has been read, shelved, dusted, and re-read by everybody.

Life is not profound without its own tragedy. It humbles us. Sets the bar for our introspection. Keeps us from believing we are gods. Puts our egos in check.

One should part from life as Ulysses parted from Nausicaa– blessing it rather than in love with it.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

People tend to think that death is absolute, the one thing we can all be certain about, but that’s not the case. Death is complex. It’s powerful and timeless. The truth is, when it comes...

Death is the final destination of every man.

Curley’s wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and...

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

I’m fine with death. I’ve dealt out more than my share. It’s the act of dyin’ that bothers me.

Jamie: You know what I figured out today?Landon: What?Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m...

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

Sensei says funerals are not really for the dead. They are for those left behind. “The dead are long gone by the time a funeral is held,” he told us. “Who would wait when the...

But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day...

Deep down a broken heart, all the sadness one can bear is misery.

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.