He watches the sun out of the world and the stars into it and sometimes I wonder if he watches the sun come up again. Is it hard to sleep when you know you are...

If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to...

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

… life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it’s out. Forever.

t nightfall, atthe oppressive moment of transition, a storm of carnivorous mosquitoes roseout of the swamps, and a tender breath of human shit, warm and sad, stirredthe certainty of death in the depths of one’s...

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

We have only one life to live, we must live it now.

Death has a life which kills everybody’s life

They say time heals all, But time is our only enemy; breathe deep and find strength to smile tonight, for the morning may never come

Az oxigén nélkül hagyott szívizomzat nagy frekvenciával reszket, ütések híján vért nem továbbít, beáll a kamrafibrillatio. A sinuscsomó, mely individuális ritmust adott, mindenkinek a személyes ritmusát, nagy zavarodottságában leáll a maga ütemével, s akkor legalábbis...

Dying only means moving into a nicer house. We have only gone into the next room.We still are what we have always been.We aren’t far away. We are only on the other side of the...

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

And then I feel guilty, because I know all these offers are made in vain. I know I cannot get my mother back healthy for a day. … My mom is sick, sick and dying,...

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer… Whereas I, I come softly...

They were obviously headstones of graves, though the graves themselves no longer existed as either mounds or depressions; the years had leveled all. Scattered here and there, more massive blocks showed where some pompous or...

Not how he died, not what he died of, even less why he died, are of concern, to me, only the fact that he did die, he is dead, is important: the loss to me,...

Have you ever wondered why we bury and cremate our dead? Nothing to do with hygiene, it’s just so we don’t have to see the reality of death. You know, the Zoroastrians used to leave...

Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they...

How people die remains in the memory of those who live on.

… [They] took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.

Death is dissonance for the weak minded, but a constance for the stronger.

O, treacherous Death! You can’t be forgiven for vanquishing my creator to the dust.

The dead vanishes into thin air.

Dying on your own terms, this is the greatest gift anyone can bestow upon a mortal man.

Whether I resolve to fire, earth, water, air, Or all the elements by scruples, I know not, Nor greatly care. – Shoot. Shoot!Of all deaths, the violent death is best;For from ourselves it steals ourselves...

I have no interest in dying.But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don’t matter to me.

Death brings out the beauty in life.

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that’s just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes...

Eventually, that feeling fades, but there is always the memory of those days. When you’re young, everything is butterflies. What I mean is—it’s all new. I guess he was telling you to still believe, to...

Mas um homem não deixa de ser homem, quando morre?Não deixa de ser homem quando morre, não senhor; lembras-te do nosso avô?, o nosso avô era um cão velho entre flores, e morreu assim, como...

There are moments in our lives that define the people we will become in the future, like a symptom before an ailment, or the catalyst before the cure.

The reason dying is so easy is because death has no meaning… And the reason death has no meaning is because life has no meaning. All the same, have fun!Pierre Anthon

Let the pain & suffering of all that appears to be lost, be soothed, healed & comforted.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

…the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world. t

As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.

Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeletal bones, grasping for a final breath from the last silvery clouds of evening that slowly...

How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

Sometimes Edith came into the room and sat on the bed beside him and they talked. They talked of trivial things – of people they knew casually, of a new building going up on the...

Charlie started crying, in the convulsive, soundless way that men do. “Don’t you understand,” he said after composing himself, “that’s a funeral dirge for the first wave.” We all thought about that, the many lives...

You’ll live for as long as you live, and once you stop living, you don’t have to worry about staying alive any more because you’ll be dead.

Death walks among us

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

If this is death, if we are dead or dying or even if we are living and just going to die, then what do we have to fear? What are we worried about? I think...

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.

We cry for ourselves, don’t we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

If you are not dead, then there is hope. get up and go conquer the world.