Death brings out the beauty in life.

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that’s just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes...

They were obviously headstones of graves, though the graves themselves no longer existed as either mounds or depressions; the years had leveled all. Scattered here and there, more massive blocks showed where some pompous or...

Not how he died, not what he died of, even less why he died, are of concern, to me, only the fact that he did die, he is dead, is important: the loss to me,...

Have you ever wondered why we bury and cremate our dead? Nothing to do with hygiene, it’s just so we don’t have to see the reality of death. You know, the Zoroastrians used to leave...

Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they...

How people die remains in the memory of those who live on.

… [They] took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.

Death is dissonance for the weak minded, but a constance for the stronger.

O, treacherous Death! You can’t be forgiven for vanquishing my creator to the dust.

The dead vanishes into thin air.

Dying on your own terms, this is the greatest gift anyone can bestow upon a mortal man.

Whether I resolve to fire, earth, water, air, Or all the elements by scruples, I know not, Nor greatly care. – Shoot. Shoot!Of all deaths, the violent death is best;For from ourselves it steals ourselves...

I have no interest in dying.But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don’t matter to me.

You’ll live for as long as you live, and once you stop living, you don’t have to worry about staying alive any more because you’ll be dead.

Death walks among us

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

Eventually, that feeling fades, but there is always the memory of those days. When you’re young, everything is butterflies. What I mean is—it’s all new. I guess he was telling you to still believe, to...

Mas um homem não deixa de ser homem, quando morre?Não deixa de ser homem quando morre, não senhor; lembras-te do nosso avô?, o nosso avô era um cão velho entre flores, e morreu assim, como...

There are moments in our lives that define the people we will become in the future, like a symptom before an ailment, or the catalyst before the cure.

The reason dying is so easy is because death has no meaning… And the reason death has no meaning is because life has no meaning. All the same, have fun!Pierre Anthon

Let the pain & suffering of all that appears to be lost, be soothed, healed & comforted.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

…the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world. t

As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.

Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeletal bones, grasping for a final breath from the last silvery clouds of evening that slowly...

How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

Sometimes Edith came into the room and sat on the bed beside him and they talked. They talked of trivial things – of people they knew casually, of a new building going up on the...

Charlie started crying, in the convulsive, soundless way that men do. “Don’t you understand,” he said after composing himself, “that’s a funeral dirge for the first wave.” We all thought about that, the many lives...

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.

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...

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

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.