Take death for example. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it, and often consider its intrusion a tragic event. Yet we’d find it hard to...

There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is...

Cast a cold eyeOn life, on deathHorseman, pass by!

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that...

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal. My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and...

Who said, ‘All Time’s delightHath she for narrow bed;Life’s troubled bubble broken’? —That’s what I said.

I guess sometimes the truth just isn’t worth believing… Personally, I’ve always felt that life’s too short for truth. I’m just here to be entertained.

You haven’t lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.

Susannah continued. “If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to...

Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar’s fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination.

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

Look, look,’ cried the count, seizing the young man’s hands – “look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the...

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

To die famous is the goal of the immortal. To die young is the goal of the healthy. To die memorably is the goal of the survivor.

Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother’s things.From the earth, I took her poppies.I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on,loving the wild and Moorish music of them,coating her tongue with...

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never...

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

The way black women say “girl” can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it’s going to happen I know what I want to...

When compared to the fact that he might very well be dead by this time tomorrow, whether he was courageous or not today was pointless, empty. When compared to the fact that he might be...

Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word ‘new’ lose it’s luster? Now the past is supposed to hold...

I wrapped my hands around the familiar cup and tried to draw strength from it. It was from Thea’s old Moss Rose set, remnant of careful scrimping and saving in her first year of marriage....

What made Olive the saddest about the Gardners was that everyone wanted to be enshrined in someone’s memory. It was the only way of living on after death, really: in the minds of loved ones....

That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed...

Today will die tomorrow.

Four girls about Mira’s age were standing out on the deck on the upper level of the ferry. They were wearing hoodies, sweatpants and jeans. One of the girls was staring at the screen on...

At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

I recognized the great monument from the illustration in the copy of /The Jungle Book/ that my mother kept in the top drawer of my bedside table. When I went with Sophia to the Taj...

A culture that denies death is a barrier to achieving a good death. Overcoming our fears and wild misconceptions about death will be no small task, but we shouldn’t forget how quickly other cultural prejudices–racism,...

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

Just as trees bear their fruit before winter, just as bamboo grass produces its seeds just before it withers, sex is simply a struggle with death on the human level.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

She’d made life poignant for the Irish. The terror she inspired gave peace its serenity; the pain she caused gave health its lustre; her failure to love made me grateful for my ability to do...

…the existential paradox we all experience; we feel that we are immortal, yet we know that we will die.

No amount of wishing will bring back the dead.

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old;...

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want...

Lifting the pillow, he brought out kanarack’s gun and hefted it in his hand. Tipping it toward him, he saw the hole where death came out. It looked easy. Even seductive. The Simplest way of...

Everyone dies young.

When all is said and done, everyone should be able to look back on their life and know that they made it exactly as they wanted it to be.

I take no actions that I wouldn’t publicly recount. If you can’t speak your deeds, then don’t do them.

I now can say I no longer fear death. Instead welcome it with open arms…

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy...

Isn’t it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady…should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

It was ironic, really – you want to die because you can’t be bothered to go on living – but then you’re expected to get all energetic and move furniture and stand on chairs and...