… [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.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you’re sixteen, and that’s having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

I’m merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).

Once they figure out what you’re doing and where you’re going, they’ll ambush you. You won’t be able to get out of it. They’ll gun you and Mom down in cold blood.” James was trying...

Death wasn’t a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

I’d much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out there, you must come to grips with the rot and bone, bloom and...

This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide under the pressure of collapsed time.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not...

One Must Choose Among Both Parties Either To Be A Wise Man That Die To Live In Righteousness And Blissfulness For Eternity Or Be A Foolish Man That Lives To Die For Vanity.

Everyone dies. That is a universal constant. The only variable is how one dies.

‎”The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not know what to do with them. The shells will bury them…

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot...

Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Death is life’s way of saying you can have a nice sleep. Despair at its highest point is somewhat of a challenge. But on the other hand life in general has no intrinsic value for...

We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.

Death is a misery.

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.