Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

Oh, how we could blossom if we didn’t have to fight to the death to merely exist!

die daily.hourly, if you’vegot the energy.

Kittridge closed his eyes. So, the end. It would happen instantaneously, a painless departure, quicker than thought. he felt the presence of his body one last time: the taste of air in his lungs, the...

Not how he died, not what he died of, even less why he died, are of concern, to me, only the fact that he did die, he is dead, is important: the loss to me,...

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

Death is life’s way of telling you, you’ve been recalled

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he...

So is death a journey? Is it to another place?” she asked. “Is it another planet?””Many have wondered this very question,”replied rovender. “But there is an old Caerulan saying: When your journey reaches its destination...

A friend comes over with a Ouija board.It spells out: Bourbon. Where’s the band?Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.

live a death, die a death

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

It’s all God’s will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.

This is shitty to say, but there’s not much pathos involved in a case like that. Think about it: Little So-and-so the Fourth drowns himself Tuesday night after receiving his midterm grades in the school...

Heroes and scholars represent the opposite extremes… The scholar struggles for the benefit of all humanity, sometimes to reduce physical effort, sometimes to reduce pain, and sometimes to postpone death, or at least render it...

Poverty doesn’t say so much about God as it says about us.

Dying should come easy:like a freight train youdon’t hear whenyour back isturned.

All my life I’d been a believing Christian. … But that instant in the ER–the instant Annette [his wife] died–I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.As I thought more about it in the...

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of...

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise.

War is not just the business of death, it is the antitheses of life.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.

Kad umrem, prekinuce se jedna srebrna nit sa nanizanim glatkim biserima koji ce se rasuti po zemlji i otkotrljati kuci svojim majkama skoljkama na dnu mora.Ko ce zaroniti za mojim biserima kad mene ne bude...

I don’t want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who died. I want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who left and actually did something with her life. Then...

I never trust anyone”, Alecto told Mandy as wisps of smoke drifted from his cigarette. “Treachery is the unfortunate result of any friendships I’ve ever had. I don’t need friends anyway, what I want is...

I’d gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

All stones are close to us. The last is behind us. (Toutes les pierres sont près de nous. – La dernière est derrière nous.)(The Bird and its Sun / L’Oiseau et son Soleil)

If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up...

Shaq pe hai yaqeen unko,Yaqeen pe hai shaq Mujhy……….Kis ka jhoot jhoot hai,Kis ke sach main sach nahi,Hai ke hai nahi,Bas yehi sawaal hai,Aur sawaal ka jawaab bhi, Sawaal hai……….Dil ki gar sunoon to hai,Dimaag...

Right now, I’m living like a piano is going to come plummeting from the sky any second, and I don’t know when. So it’s always like, this is it. This is all you’ve got left.

Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.

Death whispers your name to me.

Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leading them to the bathroom with a splitting headache before pouncing and flooding their brain with blood....

Outside the cinema I had not yet learned to live, but within it I had most certainly learned to die. I could die for you in every way known to man, and in a few...

The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was...

Ad un certo punto della vita non è la speranza l’ultima a morire, ma il morire è l’ultima speranza.

Is that the end… of all the races and civilizations, and the dreams of the world, to be able to leave a few stones buried beneath the sands, to tell the Dark that we were...

Sweets to the sweet.

Survival was more than the preservation of life. It was tenacity in the face of ruin, an unbroken resolve in the midst of defeat, a glimmer of hope in the maelstrom, and peace despite the...

One’s ribs shouldn’t be prison bars.

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.

To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase ‘terrible beauty.’ Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it’s a solid lesson...

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Light or Death!