It’s a matter of honor, death. It’s your white page, do you see? Or your shame. Either you’re worthy of it or you ain’t. To accept it, to face it with honor and respect and...

If we lived for ever, what you say would be true. But we have to die, we have to leave life presently. Injustice and greed would be the real thing if we lived for ever....

I answer the heroic question, ‘Death, where is thy sting?’ with ‘It is in my heart and mind and memories.

The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Until Caroline had died I had belonged to that other world, the place of innocence, and linear expectations, where I...

Don’t you believe that Jacob can be healed?” some persisted, pressuringElizabeth to believe—just believe—and Jacob would be healed. Theunderlying message was that Elizabeth’s faith was not strong enough to save her son. I remembered then...

How often the priest had heard the same confession–Man was so limited: he hadn’t even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had...

birth is more painful than dying”and you burst with dreamswithout even trying, seeking light in your heart, where shadows now restcomfortably next to fear.but you come out of the woods clear,with nature’s breathunder your tongue,...

When someone you love…when they die, you want it undone. You’d do anything to have them back, and it’s easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be...

Stop sleeping, Get to work! You will have much time to sleep when you die.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

If you have never did a mistake, then death is impossibe, but then, death is a possible mistake.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

But I think I’m broken too. I just don’t know it yet.

I will one day accept death with gratitude if I meet it having lived a life that became truly my own.

I hadn’t thought about Mom as much as I probably should have lately. It was a relief not to have all those emotional waves rolling through me at the mere vision of her face in...

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting...

So this is it ⎯ what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)

Just when you think you’re in the cat-bird’s seat, the Angel of Death calls “dibs” on shotgun.

Death, with its ancestral weight of terrors, is merely the abandonment of an unserviceable shell at the time the spiritis reintegrated into the unified energy of the cosmos. The end of life, like birth, is...

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren’t dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer...

Death and Rebirth is one of the most crucial parts of life, without one the other simply cannot exist!

Death doesn’t care about personalities – he’s more interested in meeting quotas.

I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it...

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn’t really much else to do. Make something, and die.

Six monthsIt been six months since you passed How long must these feelings of loss last ?It’s been six months since you died,on the surface it appears I never really cried. I hide away my...

I’m going to get ‘I’M NOT FUCKING DEAD’ tattooed on my chest.””That will become inaccurate at some point, ” Omar pointed out.

Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

Reality means you live until you die…the real truth is nobody wants reality.

As a kid I heard the word malignancy as “Malig-Nancy” like an evil woman’s name, no matter how many times Kiwi and the Chief and Dr. Gautman himself corrected me. Our mother had mistaken her...

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it...

By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I – unused to your ways though I am – would...

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. “But it’s not your job to understand.” That’s me who answers. God never says anything. Tou think you’re the only one he never answers?

Your love story, I don’t want to give away the ending, but both you and your lover die.

When I picked him up originally, the boy’s spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against Fate.Death lays his icy hand on kings…

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman’s gift; death is God’s.

…perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my...

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

Supermarkets this large and clean and modern are a revelation to me. I spent my life in small steamy delicatessens with slanted display cabinets full of trays that hold soft wet lumpy matter in pale...

It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a...

I know exactly what you mean.

Watching someone you love… die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It’s like waking up from a bad dream only to find out that it’s you reality, it’s like watching...

Why does death have to stop #love? It doesn’t stop people from voting in Chicago.

I was tired of being me.

If somebody offered me Cyanide, my only question would be, Is it organic? Because organic is always the healthier option.

To hear how great your friends think you are: fake your death, or, get married.