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

Dying is a universe of its own. 

Some days in the camp you prayed to live; some days you prayed to die quick. Some days you didn’t bother praying, knowing there was no sense to anything.

Ich schwieg und dachte daran, was für ein Aschenputteldasein sieh geführt hatte, bis Mr. Wopsles Großtante endlich die schlechte Gewohnheit aufgab zu leben, die manche Menschen besser ablegen sollten.

A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just...

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved,...

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the seamless grass,No eye could find the place;But God on his repealless listCan...

The universe, maybe a blank canvas, you and I are born to create a painting. Some people die from cancer, some people die at birth, and that’s their painting. We’ll share the same painting, we’re...

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

I was finally beginning to perceive that no matter how many dead people I might see, or people at the instant of their death, I would never manage to grasp death, that very moment, precisely...

To die is landing on some distant shore.

It’s harder to pick and choose when you’re dead. It’s like a photograph, you know. It doesn’t matter as much.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn’t move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of...

The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.

There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison into our cups of whiskey-spiked chamomile tea, wearing party hats. Then,...

As mortal humans we are born with a death sentence anyway, so what difference does a little poison make? Why not take a chance you will survive the ordeal and make something significant of your...

The place smelled of commodes and playing cards, and before I was halfway to the end I had made a firm resolve never to begin to die. For me it would be all or nothing:...

Couples swayed and embraced to the beat as the singer’s vocals soared above a group of confused teenagers and twenty-something’s.

Death is most terrifying to those who have yet to live.

Only the rocks live forever, Gray Wolf said.

They say you fly when you die.Basically, when you die, your spirit leaves your body. Actually, at first you can see all your life, like, reflected in a magic mirror. Then you start floating like...

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

They say that when a man is going to drown, when he finally gives up the struggle – it’s sort of blissful, for a moment. And then he drowns.

Seperti manusia, kelak berakhir sendiri dalam maut yang sangat pribadi. Kesendirian tak pernah menakutkanmu, kau lebih takut pada ketiadaan kata berpisah.

That’s when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they’re over they still go on, even after you’re dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity....

Él no se mató, no. Murió como…, como todo el mundo un día muere.

Biology includes the study of the human death which began when you took your first breath

All my life I had lived on the presumption that there was no existence beyond… flesh, the moment of being alive… then nothing. I had searched in superstition… But there was nothing. Then I heard...

Posthumous: It sounds like the name of a Roman gladiator, an unconquered gladiator. At least that’s what poor Posthumous would like to believe. It gives him courage.

Differences disappear when faced with death.

Demons never die quietly, and a week ago the storm was a proper demon, sweeping through the Caribbean after her long ocean crossing from Africa, a category five when she finally came ashore at San...

If you won’t live for yourself than do it for me. If you don’t want to live for me than choose something else. Anything is better than losing another person to that fake paradise that...

Christopher was wearing a suit and adorned make-up. As long as I had known him, he never wore a suit or make-up. The look of him defenseless to his appearance saddened me.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

Small said, “But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?”…Large (replied) “Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died...

Each man is master of his own death and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

I wish that death had spared me until your library had been complete.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

y lo que ha dicho el fiscal es que un hombre no debe morir por tan poca cosa

Nem érted, mi történik, még soha nem éltél át hasonlót, mégis pontosan tudod, hogy ezt nevezik halálverítéknek. Jéghideg van önnön forróságod felszínén. Miközben látod, hogy körülötted semmi nem változott meg, s így azért azt is...

N’aie pas peur de mes paroles: une morte ne veut plus rien, elle ne veut ni amour, ni pitié, ni réconfort.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.

The theme of the book is simple: a man is dying: you feel him sinking throughout the book; his thought and his memories pervade the whole with greater or lesser distinction (like the swell and...

‘If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it...

Death can come slow. Death can come quick. If you’ve got one last breath, you better make the most of it.

I discovered the bleeding when he licked my hand and left a swath of blood behind, death’s autograph.