I went to a foot specialist recently and she said:”You’ve broken a bone, it’s healed funny.””What can you do?””Not much.”She strapped me up though and that’s the reason my foot is hurting, because the strapping...

It is necessary to meditate early, and often, on the art of dying to succeed later in doing it properly just once.

And then the sword came down like a flash of lightning, and then her head was off her body and the long rivalry between me and the other Boleyn girl was over.

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Morir es tan solo una forma particularmente exacta de envejecer.

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It’s just the body, man. It’s just the body....

She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.

Mom wholeheartedly… She loved me—and inspired me—with transcending devotion. It was a blessing—to have been her son, to have been loved—without conditions. Her words of wisdom opened my eyes to the world—and to myself. By...

We do not look for reason for logic in the passionate entreaties of those who are sick unto death; we are stung with the recollection of a thousand slighted opportunities of fulfilling the wishes of...

What a mistake that had been, to create a construct [AI] that could suffer. He knew that now. Life, pain, death, they were no playthings. Biology was serious business, not for amateurs and foolish gods.

It is appointed for man to die once, Live life to the fullness.

You can find ways to be okay with dying, but you can’t fake your way through living.

I felt a numb shock as I drove home anxious to get my chocolate flowers and wondering how my mother arranged to get them delivered to me at the exact time of her passing as...

I’m fine with death. I’ve dealt out more than my share. It’s the act of dyin’ that bothers me.

Jamie: You know what I figured out today?Landon: What?Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m...

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

Sensei says funerals are not really for the dead. They are for those left behind. “The dead are long gone by the time a funeral is held,” he told us. “Who would wait when the...

But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day...

Why is this happening to me?” Death isn’t happening to you. Death is happening to us all.

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

The price of coming from a small town is that everyone knows your story. Your book has been read, shelved, dusted, and re-read by everybody.

Life is not profound without its own tragedy. It humbles us. Sets the bar for our introspection. Keeps us from believing we are gods. Puts our egos in check.

One should part from life as Ulysses parted from Nausicaa– blessing it rather than in love with it.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

People tend to think that death is absolute, the one thing we can all be certain about, but that’s not the case. Death is complex. It’s powerful and timeless. The truth is, when it comes...

Death is the final destination of every man.

Curley’s wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and...

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens, but out of fear that it will never close

…the phone rang.When the phone rang so early in the morning, it oftentimes meant somebody was dead. An elderly person had passed in the night. A Friday night traffic fatality. The families of deceased would...

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...

Deep down a broken heart, all the sadness one can bear is misery.

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor, blood spattering the counter and cupboard doors a furious red. I watched, mesmerised,...

But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

The central question of any execution: do you want the hood on or off? Would you rather see it coming? Or would you rather simply drift away, cocooned in warm darkness, stinking of nothing but...

Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her...

I’ve been ready to die since before you was Born!

growth came during deathlife became larger than evertime became smaller

The world of the terminally ill is the world of neither the living nor the dead.

,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.

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...