Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.

She’ll die.’ ‘Aye. That’s a consequence of being alive.

The day you were born the angels whispered, “She is going to love him until the day she dies.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death’s patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

Next, PleaseAlways too eager for the future, wePick up bad habits of expectancy.Something is always approaching; every dayTill then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,Sparkling armada of promises draw near.How slow they are!...

To a materialist life is nothing but a complex self-sustaining pattern, easily disrupted and gone when destroyed.

To list all the great discoveries in the field of science and medicine during the past century, such as aspirin, insulin, penicillin, and the streptomycin drugs would require the undivided attention of a medical historian...

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Start wherever you are! Low hanging fruit really tastes as good as the high stuff.

I think it’s cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I’d feel honored.

I wonder if I’ll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we’re living or no life at all.

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

When you die, you want to die a beautiful death. But what makes for a beautiful death is not always clear. To die without suffering, to die without causing trouble to others, to die leaving...

I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.

Don’t feel sad. The only certain thing in life… is death itself. She’s free from her body and her soul is ready to take on another new life, so she can continue on until she...

Bu dağlarda bin kere ölmeden, bir kere dirilemezsin.

Death is not our end. We are a part of an infinitely long journey that was started when this Universe was created.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and...

Never, oh! never, nothing will die;The stream flows,The wind blows,The cloud fleets,The heart beats,Nothing will die.

Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain’t changed me at all.

He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.

We all reach a point that is the limit of our understanding. When we stare over the precipice of uncertainty and into the dark unknown that we cannot explain with hard evidence, that is when...

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may...

You are my finest knight

Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them.

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder...

Scarring smiles, hidden tears,You stand, heads bowed and revereThe soul before us, burnt and tornHer faded essence, we sadly mournAnd though she walked a path of liesHer spirit surely still shall riseAnd among her own,...

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn’t belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

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

Death preserves an ideal.

What makes the prospect of death distinctive in the modern age is the background of permanent technological and sociological revolution against which it is set, and which serves to strip us of any possible faith...

Relieve your pain.Shedding tears is good for the soul.

Four years after my father’s death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief...

A piece of me is gone,” she told me once while we were bra shopping. “I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of...

It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating,...

[…] death follows us around for a reason. It’s because death is our best adviser. There is nothing more powerful than a person who is prepared to live right now, in this instant, fully accepting...

I don’t know what to do, I want to die but you’re making me stay alive, I’m not sure if I should betray you and do it or move on and push through it.

As you embrace Consciousness, you embrace Perfection.

Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival...

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.

amen”.

Well I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Death is merely an illusion of the departed… Just because you cannot physically see the idea of God, doesn’t mean that he or she isn’t there. Just because you cannot physically see someone that isn’t...