We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

Death changes us, the living. In the presence of death, we become more aware of life…. It can inspire us to decide what really matters in life–and then to seek it. (Founder of M.A.D.D.)

Sleep is where we touch what is better left unexamined. There, the whole of life is bundled up, dwindled. There the carefully hoarded and enjoyed personality, our only treasure and at the same time our...

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Cancer doesn’t give a shit how much you want to live. If it wants to kill you, it will.

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling…

Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.

Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes...

It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God’s Word.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

When Death laughs, no one else does

Between the desireAnd the spasm,Between the potencyAnd the existence,Between the essenceAnd the descent,Falls the Shadow.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

I can see wherecreation oftenstops while thebody still livesand oftendoes not careto.the death of lifebefore lifedies.

Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the...

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You smell so good,””No, I don’t, I smell like death.””You’re crazy, you’re not dead. You do not smell like death.””I was dead a long time.””And now you’re not. Hence the alive smell.

I seem to walk on a transparent surface and see beneath me all the bones and wrecks and tentacles that will eventually claim me: in other words, old age, incapacity, loneliness, death of others &...

Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.

Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by

He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was...

What is here is also there; what is there, is also here. Who sees multiplicity but not the one indivisible Self must wander on and on from death to death.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of...

All good things pass away.

Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.

One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.

A maggot is just another life form.

She got on a plane to see a client in California and somewhere over Colorado, the pilot somehow missed the sky.

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain that only time and tears can expel.

Certainly there is life and there is death, but even in death, if we look closely enough, we will find grace.

You can’t tell that the coffin holds the body of a boy.He wasn’t even sixteen but his coffin’s the same size as a man’s would be.It’s not just that he was young, but because it...

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

Cory wondered if maybe some people were better off dead. When you’re dead you don’t have to face the horrors of life, whether it’s striving to be the best, dealing with something bad you or...

We are medium-sized mammals who only prosper because we’ve developed a half-arsed ability to terraform the less suitable bits of the planet we evolved on, and we’re conscious of our inevitable decay and death, and...

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

…beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.

Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about...

You haven’t lost Iraki, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.’He’ll find his way inside you, and you’ll carry...

I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.

Death swallows death.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

At sunset, on the river ban, KrishnaLoved her for the last time and left. . .That night in her husband’s arms, Radha feltSo dead that he asked, What is wrong,Do you mind my kisses, love?...

There is no such thing as originality. It has all been said before, suffered before. If a person knows that, is it any wonder love becomes mechanical and death just a scene to be shunned?...

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death, as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it.

Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,Or wither’d leaves that autumn shaketh down,Yet would the Soldan by his conquering powerSo scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a...