In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as “No Man’s Land.” Here 1,500 unidentified...

Death isn’t a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

And what after all, is death?? ‘Tis but a cessation from mortal life; ’tis but the finishing of an appointed course; the refreshing inn after a fatiguing journey; the end of a life of cares...

Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

Girl from the fifth floor, who feeds the birds every day, climbs up to the water tank and jumps off. I see her body on the road below, and feel absolutely nothing. Maybe because I...

Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!” He became animated at this point, “No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.

It’s all a waste of time. Everything begins only to end. The moment you were born you began to die. That’s how it is with everything.Pierre Anthon

Kiernan told me-” Tears I hadn’t even felt coming on suddenly began streaming down my cheeks. I had to swallow a sob before I could continue. “He told me he was sorry for-for loving me....

She wasted and grew so thin that she no longer was a little girl, but the shadow of a little girl. The flame of her life flickered so faintly that it appeared sufficient to blow...

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

When you are about to die a montage of your family and friends fast forwards until your mind flashes quickly to the person you love and what you last said to them. If it was...

Everyone’s dying, Milcah. Some people are just dying sooner than others.

Time,” the Captain said, “is not what you think.” He sat down next to Eddie. “Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

If you can’t imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

He was dead.No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.

It’s only young people who make giant, life-altering decisions based on what other people might think, and it’s because they don’t see their own death looming. Their fear is, “Will my family, friends and lovers...

GERTRUDEGertrude Appleman, 1901-1976God is all-knowing, all-present, and almighty. –A Catechism of Christian DoctrineI wish that all the peoplewho peddle Godcould watch my mother die:could see the skin andgristle weighing onlyseventy-nine, every stubbornpound of flesh a...

Nomirt grūti, bet labi cilvēki palīdzēs.

character isn’t something you talk about; it’s something you show through your actions—through your every day habits.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into...

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in...

Prepare to evacuate soul in ten, in nine, eight.Chloe’s splashing through the ankle-deep back-up of renal fluid from her failed kidneys.Death will commence in five.Five, four.Around her, a parasitic life spray paints her heart.Four, three.Three,...

It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive – to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes...

It doesn’t make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who’s dead.

To die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

I waited for the Earth to stop spinning, for the rift to open and swallow us. Yet the ash tree remained framed in the window, refused to fall. Rain streaked the glass. Blood throbbed in...

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

There’s a saying that you can’t put a price on a human life, but that saying is a lie because we have. We have, and it’s so much lower than you would think. Yes, human...

The ending shouldn’t determine the meaning of anything, a story or a life. Logically, I don’t think it can–didn’t Heidegger say something to that effect? That the meaning of all our moments cannot be contingent...

None of us are getting out of here alive”.

It’s not that I am not moved by these things, that I don’t them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished.” – 140

Life and death lived inside each other. That’s what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on...

A death without being a loss to anybody is the most unworthy death.

I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,and somehow, each of us will help the other live,and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

To the wizard death is merely a belief.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

I die with the dying light, yet shine brighter as the darkness approaches. Soon I’ll be whittled to bone and stripped clean through, nothing left but a skeleton on which to hang a hat. But...

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do I have anything to lose? This life will be gone one day to the Creator who gave it.

So many things that are so dramatic or exciting when you read about them actually happen so simply and quietly. We humans like to consider ourselves important to creation and to the world, and we...

But never has the Call been so clearAs now, when death’s cool handEases my spirit from my fevered body–And I answer the Call of the Master—The Call to new Heights.

Death was painful, not because people couldn’t see their loved ones anymore, but because they couldn’t communicate with them anymore.

Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red.

I see a dark light.

Most suicide attempts do not result in death, yet they do not let you live again!

The afterlife is mostly a dream state where you confront the good and evil within you. The text repeatedly explains that the images the deceased sees and the sounds one hears are hallucinations created by...

The stony silence of death, trapped by the original gravity of our sins,and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn, a world where blood and bone no longer matter.