This way of behaving, this way of feeling, so hysterical, so sad, when someone has died, I don’t like at all and would like to avoid. It’s not as if the whole thing has not...

Chronology of any event worked best in obituaries. It had no place in the world of sentiment, where memories, ideas and assumptions co-existed side by side.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

It is man who kills, man who creates or suffers injustice; it is no longer man who, having lost all restraint, shares his bed with a corpse. Whoever waits for his neighbor to die in...

The Thought of Death. It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this confusion of streets, of necessities, of voices: how much enjoyment, impatience and desire, how much thirsty life and...

I’m not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun… let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus… Aphrodite...

Sorry. Don’t need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you’re more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put if off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference....

I’m a survivor, ” I said. But I didn’t think that claim would carry much weight in an obituary.

Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there.”The ride’s over,” someone said. “End of the ride.”For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that...

An eye for an eye my friend.

Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.

If last night proved anything, it’s that life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short – and fragile – shot glass.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.

She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about it.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown…it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe… and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good...

Death gives advance notice of his arrival to take you notice in the form of grey hair, falling teeth, failing vision, folding of the skin etc.

I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.

When you forget what you ultimately stand for, you rejoice in blinding ignorance. Missing the bigger picture for the near pleasure is what humans and all living beings stand for. I guess there is no...

The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

In a race between danger and indecision, the difference between life and death comes down to confidence. Faith in our abilities, certainty in ourselves and the trust we put in others.

One day about a month ago, I really hit bottom. You know, I just felt that in a Godless universe, I didn’t want to go on living. Now I happen to own this rifle, which...

The smell of silence looks like the ghost of my grandpa. My love is deeper than six feet of dirt, and considerably easier to shovel.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

There is no reason for a sound faith to be irrational. A useful faith should not be blind, but should be well aware of its grounds. A sound faith should be able to use scientific...

Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.

I have more than once tried to analyse this apparently deliberate form of self-torture that seems common to so many people in face of the extinction of a valued life, human or animal, and it...

You people have a religion of death that fills you with the joy and courage to confront it…I do not. I believe the only essential thing is to be alive.- Abrenucio

Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.

I’m not afraid to die. What I’m afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

Number one on my list of things to do before I die is become immortal. Obviously there is no number two on my list.

I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don’t know what happens next, afterward.

A man’s death makes everything certain about him. Of course, secrets may die with him. And of course, a hundred years later somebody looking through some papers may discover a fact which throws a totally...

If there is anything worth fearing in the world, it is living in such a way that gives one cause for regret in the end.

One day you’ll look up, and I’ll be there. That’s the only ending for us. Don’t ever forget.

Love is the reflection of a broken heart in a shattered mirror…

Once people get hung up on theology, they’ve lost sanity forever. More people have been killed in the name of Jesus Christ than any other name in the history of the world.

The only unreachable dream is the one you don’t reach for.

Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,” and the Colonel whispered, “I’m so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,” and I said, “No. Not past tense.” She wasn’t even a person anymore, just...

Then I truly feel like a living being in the middle of this garden of the dead, I’m most definitely alive in here.

Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.

Never has nostalgia held stronger sway; never has the belief in the redemptive possibilities of the future seemed so laughable.

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine...

I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.