Each man is master of his own death and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

I wish that death had spared me until your library had been complete.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

y lo que ha dicho el fiscal es que un hombre no debe morir por tan poca cosa

Nem érted, mi történik, még soha nem éltél át hasonlót, mégis pontosan tudod, hogy ezt nevezik halálverítéknek. Jéghideg van önnön forróságod felszínén. Miközben látod, hogy körülötted semmi nem változott meg, s így azért azt is...

N’aie pas peur de mes paroles: une morte ne veut plus rien, elle ne veut ni amour, ni pitié, ni réconfort.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.

The theme of the book is simple: a man is dying: you feel him sinking throughout the book; his thought and his memories pervade the whole with greater or lesser distinction (like the swell and...

‘If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it...

Death can come slow. Death can come quick. If you’ve got one last breath, you better make the most of it.

I discovered the bleeding when he licked my hand and left a swath of blood behind, death’s autograph.

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance....

It hadn’t occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old...

Achala, worrying and scheming about your next life, before you have even completed this one, is not a good practice.” Rinpoche

Endurance is knowing you’re going to die every night. Faith is believing there is a tomorrow. Hope is prolonged torture.

It seems impossible to wheedle his way out of his impending death. No one has before him. But just as a young person feels invincible, he cannot bring himself to accept the looming train as...

As we witness the death of departed souls, other people will observe our departure from the world.

But she left him. That night the angels came back for her, like she’d asked them to. And nobody who saw the heartbreak on Grandpa’s face when Granny breathed her last would have thought for...

Do you really think anyone needs some kind of notarized statement saying ‘Dear Saint Peter, here’s another stiff, pass him through the gates, signed, Father McGonnigill.’…’PS: He once had a hot dog on a Friday,...

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.

Every flower returns to sleep with the earth.

We born dyin’…But you ask a man an’ he talk like he gonna live forevah.

Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t...

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifle’s rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons.No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells,Nor any voice...

Can you not see death as the friend and deliverer? It means stripping off that body which is tormenting you. What are you afraid of? Has this world been so kind to you that you...

I guess what’s most important is that we chose to live with our hearts open and to let our experiences show us the way towards our brightest days.

[W]ishing for immortality won’t make life last any longer.

We never actively remember death,’ Odenigbo said. The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die.

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and...

When my own time comes, will I too long for the sea? I think I will be content enough with the soil. And I will not demand the exact spot, but let it be within...

At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.

I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what...

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

Hoy por la mañana hizo vida, pero ahora está haciendo un poco de ganas de morir.

L’absence d’envie de vivre, hélas, ne suffit pas pour avoir envie de mourir.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having frozen up...

The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty…I never want to feel it again.

Et Tu Bruté?

Writing, painting, singing–it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a...

What were we, but kids with apartments and jobs anyway?

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

The moment of orgasm is like the first dramatic moment of birth when you draw breath and scream out that you are alive. It is hard to imagine the moment when you fade back into...

Don’t worry,” he would say, smiling. “Dying is much more difficult than one imagines.

Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.

Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins...

I am not afraid of death, just the process of dying, i dont want to suffer. I see death as a natural aspect of growth like learning to crawl and walk, puberty and adulthood, we...

While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one’s bowels.Painful change just takes time.