We die well when we die with purpose fulfilled”.~R. Alan Woods [2012]

Death twitches my ear;’Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.

You cannot conceive of the depths of my sorrow, Campbell Maria Cooper.” Alicia brought her fist to her mouth and her other hand to the rail of the bed and took a deep breath before...

On the flight over to Chicago, I thought of a story Mom had once told me from her days as a pediatric nurse. “There was this little boy I was taking care of,” she said...

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

I guess it was only fitting that to them PUNK was a four letter word. However, to people like Dylan and I-punk was our hearts-our souls. We grew up with a lot of uncertainties. To...

To combat death you don’t need much of a life, just one that isn’t yet finished.

He had defended himself against death from without, and then it had carried him off from within.

The loss of a loved one is like the loss of a part of oneself; an arm or a leg. At first, the pain is so physical that it is hard to ignore. The trauma...

Life is stressful, dear. That’s why they say “rest in peace.”

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

But when I am due…Keep local the chest to lay rest my simple skins in,

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit.

,Acaso un artista puede amar tanto su trabajo que, si piensa que su obra no tiene vida, tampoco él quiere tenerla ya?

Old age is catching up with me, or am I catching up with it?

We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can’t wash it off.

One day I wish to die, but today, I wish to live.

Death whispers your name to me.

The earth is expertly designed to take back what it has created. Bodies left for carrion in enclosed, regulated spaces could be the answer to the environmental problems of burial and cremation. There is no...

once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)

You know-portraits are odd things.” “How do you figure?” I asked. “Well at the time, that portrait told the whole story. It told the truth. We were a family-a happy family. Now that same portrait...

We walk on the ground and give sparse recognition to the mud that will be the eternal homes for the bodies that we praise so much. Ground might not worth much but it holds billions...

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there...

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it… It’s horrible… I shall see nothing more… nothing of what exists… the smallest objects that we use… glasses… plates…...

The dead only knows their world.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

She ran because she had no other choice. She feared what would happen if she dared to stop. There was no time to think. There was barely any time for her to breathe. On her...

Extreme emotions could be lethal. If I can’t have you nobody will, and so forth. Death could set in.

Everything happens for a reason,” I would like to smack her.)

He thrashed like a freshly caught fish as the sucking sounds of draining water gurgled from the pooling blood in his mouth.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end.

To die, to sleep – To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…

Dying is a universe of its own. 

Some days in the camp you prayed to live; some days you prayed to die quick. Some days you didn’t bother praying, knowing there was no sense to anything.

Ich schwieg und dachte daran, was für ein Aschenputteldasein sieh geführt hatte, bis Mr. Wopsles Großtante endlich die schlechte Gewohnheit aufgab zu leben, die manche Menschen besser ablegen sollten.

A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just...

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved,...

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the seamless grass,No eye could find the place;But God on his repealless listCan...

The universe, maybe a blank canvas, you and I are born to create a painting. Some people die from cancer, some people die at birth, and that’s their painting. We’ll share the same painting, we’re...

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

I was finally beginning to perceive that no matter how many dead people I might see, or people at the instant of their death, I would never manage to grasp death, that very moment, precisely...

To die is landing on some distant shore.

It’s harder to pick and choose when you’re dead. It’s like a photograph, you know. It doesn’t matter as much.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn’t move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of...

The old man smiled. ‘I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.

There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison into our cups of whiskey-spiked chamomile tea, wearing party hats. Then,...

As mortal humans we are born with a death sentence anyway, so what difference does a little poison make? Why not take a chance you will survive the ordeal and make something significant of your...