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.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

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 exist here, now. I’m not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exaggerate a little, I have no faith that I will still exist...

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...

If you continue to dig the same hole in the same place in your life, eventually you will be standing in a grave.

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...

If Under fell, if Over leaped,If death was life and Death life reaped,Something rises from the gloom,To make the Underland a tombHear it scratching down below,Rat of long forgotten snow,Evil cloaked in coat of White,Will...

Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it’s inconvenient for you.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you...

I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It’s always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I’ve experienced has left...

Part of the apparently conventional nature of our relationships is the threat of separation and death. This body dies. That body dies. We can rejuvenate, feel better, live longer, but, even so, in this world...

Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this...

The dead look so terribly dead when they’re dead.

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close

I want you to kiss me, Longinus. Kiss me like this night will never end. If I am going to die, then this is my last request. Will you grant it?

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

‘There is no justice,’ said Death. ‘Just me.’

A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.

There was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel further and further. But...

I’m not sure. But – unless I’m struggling with the darkness within – I like to sustain the illusion that death is actually much further from me than it really is.

Do you realise that people die of boredom in London suburbs? It’s the second biggest cause of death amongs the English in general. Sheer boredom…

The inside of the Trace Italian, of course, does not exist. A player can get close enough to see it: it shines in the new deserts of Kansas, gleaming in the sun or starkly rising...

Although random mutations influenced the course of evolution, their influence was mainly by loss, alteration, and refinement… Never, however, did that one mutation make a wing, a fruit, a woody stem, or a claw appear....

Charles de Foucauld, the found of the Little Brothers of Jesus, wrote a single sentence that’s ahad a profound impact on my life. He said, “The one thing we owe absolutely to God is never...

A few weeks ago I had a dream. I dreamed I was back at the house, in the red room, reading my microeconomics textbook. Maddy outside playing with Hope, and Agnes was preparing dinner. It...

once,a boy told a girl : i will stay with you forever, little did she know that his forever is only three months because..he died of cancer!

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round …

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

It was very quiet at the hotel, as if there had been a death in the family. When you have quit the Tour, nobody really knows what to say or do. (…) Everything I’d previously...

Ten years, she’s dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

For in grief nothing “stays put.” One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a...

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?

Nobody knows how many North Koreans have died or are dying in the famine—some estimates by foreign-aid groups run as high as three million in the period from 1995 to 1998 alone—but the rotund, jowly...

A halál különben is nagyítóüveget visel, s ha hirtelen visz el valakit, a nagy sietésben rendesen ott felejti. Ez az üveg szépnek, okosnak, felülmúlhatatlannak mutatja az elköltözöttet. Lángész volt, gavallér volt. A szívek húrjait megrezegteti...

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

It has been a week since Ami died and this morning I woke suddenly hours before dawn, indeed the same hour as when my mother died. It was not a dream that woke me, but...

Death is the end of our ephemeral life and beginning of infinite eternal life.

If it had only been for the immortality gene, humanity would have eventually managed to turn it back on. At one point in history, they would have embarked on a quest to become immortals, like...

My greatest fear is that, even in death, I shall never forget the pain of living.

So what did you do when death came to your house? We continued in the same way as before. What is that, a failure of the imagination? Are you in denial? This is not wholly...

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

We are pagans. We deify each other.