The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

A person who reads lives more than one life, but that means that they die more than once as well.

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys....

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark’s underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror...

Amé a mi mujer… le fui fiel hasta su muerte y le seré fiel hasta la mia.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

At the time, I remained relatively calm before that spectacle of horrors, which is perhaps the most telling indication of just how desensitized I had become. The more I witnessed such atrocities and rubbed shoulders...

Strangest problems of life seem clearing; but clouds sweep between–Is my journey’s end coming?

When I was maybe five or six years old, a woman down the street…got flattened by a train. When I got older I realized it probably wasn’t an accident. It was a late train and...

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments....

He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn’t no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

We do our job and go. See? That is what Death is for. We work out all our little brains and all our little emotions, and then this lot begins afresh. Fresh and fresh! Perfectly...

Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but...

God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so...

Satan will not ask you to carry a chair and sit with him, instead he will snatch the chair from your hands and dismantle your body with it.

To combat death you don’t need much of a life, just one that isn’t yet finished.

Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full...

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.

Consider too, how deep the abyss between life and death; across this, my power can build a bridge, but it can never fill up the frightful chasm.

I just took [my cancer diagnosis] as bad luck, basically. It did strike me almost immediately, my atheist sort of thing kicked in and I thought “ha, if I was a God-botherer, I’d be thinking,...

America was, to them, the place that good people went to when they died. They were prepared to believe just about anything could happen in America.

Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.

It’s what’s known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That’s no myth.

From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood...

No one escapes from life alive.

I doubt love can do little else, if it cannot bring back people back from the dead.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness and death.

Life versus death becomes, as Montaigne pointed out, old age versus death.

He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire...

Maybe one did have to be smart in order to kill.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object.

Even death has a heart.

I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.”So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All...

The bombs were coming-and so was I.

But unless we determine to take action,’ said the old man querulously, as if struggling against something deeply insouciant in his nature, ‘then we shall all be destroyed, we shall all die. Surely we care...

As to Science, she has never sought to ally herself to civil power. She has never attempted to throw odium or inflict social ruin on any human being. She has never subjected anyone to mental...

Love is like war, except without all the blood and death and stuff.

I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.

Thats what literature is. It’s the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!

Never take another human being to the third life, because we don’t know how to go.

When he did think—when his brain began the slow chugging of rusty gears—the only thoughts that came were unspeakable things like, what’s the worst age a child can die? Worse yet was—after hours spent staring...

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It’s as if someone has dumped rubies...

I may be alive now, but in a series of moments I won’t be. And let it be said about me: He didn’t waste his time talking to conch shells, but he did listen to...

Morire. Cosa diventa la morta in guerra? Cosa si prova ad uccidere per non essere uccisi? Cosa si prova a inciampare su copri dilaniate e abbandonati nel fango? Cosa si può provare quando, in una...