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.

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance....

It hadn’t occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old...

Achala, worrying and scheming about your next life, before you have even completed this one, is not a good practice.” Rinpoche

Endurance is knowing you’re going to die every night. Faith is believing there is a tomorrow. Hope is prolonged torture.

It seems impossible to wheedle his way out of his impending death. No one has before him. But just as a young person feels invincible, he cannot bring himself to accept the looming train as...

As we witness the death of departed souls, other people will observe our departure from the world.

But she left him. That night the angels came back for her, like she’d asked them to. And nobody who saw the heartbreak on Grandpa’s face when Granny breathed her last would have thought for...

Do you really think anyone needs some kind of notarized statement saying ‘Dear Saint Peter, here’s another stiff, pass him through the gates, signed, Father McGonnigill.’…’PS: He once had a hot dog on a Friday,...

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.

Every flower returns to sleep with the earth.

We born dyin’…But you ask a man an’ he talk like he gonna live forevah.

Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t...

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifle’s rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons.No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells,Nor any voice...