Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the...

Dzięki temu,że powiedział mi,iż nie żyję,pogodziłem się z faktem,że ludzie wyrzucili mnie ze swoich myśli

(I didn’t tell him that thediagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)

I have a theory that as human beings get older, chemicals are released into the brain to prepare us for the end. Sort of like how the nurse lubes your ass up before the anus-cam....

Flowers, silence, departure.

We are not from here, my dear. So:Let the flames take over our bodies,‘cause I wanna merely burn with you.And we can dance until we become ashes,but don’t you dare leave me when we become...

If you had one last breath – what would you say?If you had one hour to use your limbs before you would lose the use of them forever – would you sit there on the...

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time,...

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.

There came a moment in this journey when I freely realized that the lives most of lead are small. Important, but small. Our radius reaches family, clients, friends for whom we do selfless and amazing...

I put my office right in the middle of the death they threaten us with. […] here I sit, every day, hanging over all this wasted nothing. I will never forget what the world could...

That’s the secret. If you always make sure you’re exactly the person you hoped to be, if you always make sure you know only the very best people, then you won’t care if you die...

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

The essence of death is discovered in the gap between one moment ceasing and another one beginning. That essence is the wakefulness that is our true nature.

If you look up to see a shooting star, you might miss the silver dollar on the sidewalk. But no matter where you look, or where you travel, you’ll never get lost or arrive late...

I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had tolower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my...

I am not afraid of death. When I have to confront the great reaper, I would like to recall Bernanos’ words- ‘And now , just the two of us!’.

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

Goodbyes are not easy, but I’m ready to move on. I’m not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don’t have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but...

I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

It’s strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments – changing the linens, choosing a dress or a hymn, the washing up, the muttering of prayers....

If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don’t bother your head about...

They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on...

He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to...

Los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas.

The fear of death is why we build cathedrals, have children, declare war, and watch cat videos online at three a.m.

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

That night, he laid in his bed thinking about all the possibilities. They came like waves in his mind. At first they came slow, then gradually built up speed, cresting into full on dreams, until...

Dreaming’s shit, but dying’s worse; and watching someone die, that comes somewhere between the two, I guess. It ain’t good, but it’s got to be better than the other thing, better than doing it yourself....

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.