In times like these I always cheered myself up with a certain story. I forgot just when I first heard it, or who I heard it from… but, back when I was young it would...

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

My brain… cannot process failure. It will not process failure. Because if I sit there and have to face myself and tell myself, ‘You’re a failure’… I think that’s almost worse than death.

The belief in death leads meditating about life; meanwhile, the belief in life leads you thinking about death.

I’m going to die whatever you do, but I’m not afraid.

Death lasts only a moment, but we think about it every moment. (La mort ne dure qu’un instant, – Mais on y pense chaque instant)

To be thankful for just being alive…To survive means to win… That only applies to animals, but I’m a human being!

Only at death, our soul breathes. (L’ me ne respire qu’à notre mort)

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don’t care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just… survive. Outlive me, please.

Sorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.

Do not wait. If there is something you wish to do, go do it. Death comes for busy people too. It will not pause and return at a more convenient time.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.

May you find comfort and peace in every situation.

Being smart takes patience. Being wise takes pain. Being apathetic takes practice. Being in love takes everything…away.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s...

Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Mungu hutumia watu ‘wajinga’ na ‘wapumbavu’ kufanya mambo makubwa katika maisha yao na ya watu wengine. Katika Biblia, Musa aliitwa mjinga alipokiuka amri ya Farao ya kuendelea kuwafanya watumwa wana wa Israeli nchini Misri; Nuhu...

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

The biggest enemy of truth is known as facts in our society.

On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death. … Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity,...

Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!

A lie near to truth is always difficult to catch.

When shall I be dead and rid Of all the wrong my father did? How long, how long ’till spade and hearse Put to sleep my mother’s curse?

—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

It is the manner of death that reveals the importance of a man. Ordinary people are murdered while extraordinary people are assassinated.

There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don’t want to.

We must, indeed, all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.

But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each...

Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity. Learn to surrender, to exist at Infinity while alive, and fear of death dissolves. Fear of death is fear of the Unknown. Realize the Wonder, the...

I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night....

I’m not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn’t?

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all...

No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

In the end, living is defined by dying.

You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so...

Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of deathand the stroke that hits the vein,the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,the curse no man can bear.But there is a cure in the...

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

We were all survivors—every last one of us who limped our way out to the sidewalks that afternoon and spit in Death’s cold face.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE’S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT’S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

Shine in any season of your life!Head on with confidence in your life’s pilgrim!In deep faith, countless hope and unconditional love blessed by the Almighty.Newness of each rising day, bringing forth colourful sunsets.Enkindle your soul...

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

The ghosts will eat everything because the bellies of ghosts want the whole world, just to fill one tiny corner.

Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting… By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with...

Tears aren’t for the people we’ve lost. They’re for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.