Do you think I lie to you?No.But you think I might lie to you about dying.Yes.Okay. I might. But we’re not dying.Okay.

For death is the only certain thing in life,and despite this cliché being an absolute truth, with only the timing varying from one person to another, we never seem to be prepared for it. It...

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

There was no hope in death, only an end.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death’s brother.

You live on – in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here…Death ends life, not a relationship.

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.

He tried to disguise how tired and ill he was, how depressing the thought of death was to him and how he spent his days and nights thinking up schemes of living beyond what the...

I just hope I’m smart enough to stay dead.

I don’t want my life to be defined by what is etched on a tombstone. I want it to be defined by what is etched in the lives and hearts of those I’ve touched.

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

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.