I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are...

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.

Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of...

Ah yes, a great victory, this ‘sport’. I am sure El Toro appreciates the applause Jumping in the Puddles of Life

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Smrt je preseljenje iz kuće u kuću. To nije nestanak već drugo rođenje. Kao što prsne ljuska jajeta kad se pile potpuno razvije, tako dođe vrijeme da se rastave duša i tijelo. Smrt je nužnost...

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

I am waltzing with death, flirting with him, but he stands there smiling and saying nothing because he does not need to woo or be wooed: he knows he gets us all in the end.

…Death,” she said, as her hand dropped away, ” is how you know you were alive in the first place.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud.” – 74

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear

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...

One’s ribs shouldn’t be prison bars.

But why was the room suddenly becoming so dark? It was the middle of the afternoon. With a supreme effort Giuseppe Corte, who felt himself paralyzed with a strange lethargy, looked at the clock on...

Life is flinching in the midst of breathing, gasping at the thought of dying. It’s climbing ropeless up sheer rock faces, groping for the next finger-hole of hope. Steady on! Only a thousand feet to...

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

If there is a day I don’t think about death. Then I believe I’ve had a bad day.

It is sad but so many tragedies can be avoided, if we extend a little bit of love to one another.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

He always thought that Touie’s long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem...

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.