We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

Life was transparent, literature opaque. Life was open, literature a closed system. Life was composed of things, literature of words. Life was what it appeared to be: if you were afraid your plane would crash...

It may be said, in broad-brush terms, that the primary purpose of life is the continuation of life. A deep program for survival and reproduction underwrites the complex cycles of life, in which death is...

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

J’écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m’accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser.

What if he could see this, his own skull, yellow and eroded? Two centuries old. Would he still speak? Would he speak, if he could see it, the grinning, aged skull? What would there be...

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

comprehend death,” as if human beings understood what it means to die. Is death a prelude to reincarnation? A portal to Heaven or Hell? Complete extinction? Union with all life? Or something else? All of...

Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.

I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole....

Priorities” There’s No Such Thing as “Busy

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.

MISUNDERSTANDING” arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

If only certain things had been preventable, his life would have unfurled in front of him as intended, like a lush Oriental carpet. No surprises, no detours. Just a thick tapestry of days and nights...

If death is no longer a fear, we’re really free. Free to take any risk under the sun for Christ and for love.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

Jesus didn’t die to save me from God. Jesus died to save me from myself.

Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man’s table, or the child from a woman’s breast, or the wife from a man’s bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could...

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn’t seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

What science does not understand is called psychology, what psychology does not understand is called religion, what religion does not understand is called spirituality, what spirituality does not understand is called creation, what creation does...

I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was...

Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi.

A gangster must always be prepared to kill a friend. It is one of the many open secrets of the business, since it is the truest test of his ability to rule and command the...

Who is mightier than death? Those who can smile when death threatens.

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can’t buy back a child once he’s dead!

The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already...

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

I know what’s wrong with me – I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do by a certain age, or be ridiculous – you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene,...

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

I don’t know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

… It’s perfect! Locke would appreciate it.””Bug,” Calo said, “Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are ‘Locke would appreciate...

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.

What is life to Spirit, is death to the ego.

We’re all drowning, but don’t say it out loud.

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the...

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

Xander, there are two certainties in life–death and truth. They will both pursue you to your grave. There is no escaping them. But we run from them anyway in hopes that somehow we can slip...

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all

In her mind’s eye she saw it, saw it all at last: the rolling armies and the flames of battle; the graves and pits and dying cries of a hundred million souls; the spreading darkness,...

If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there… When nothing new can get in, that’s death.

Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. […] Sometimes they don’t have enough to fight with.

There was no hope in death, only an end.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each...