In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

…Opal is dead, and I don’t see how a healer can change that! It’s not something to joke about.”Joke?” Then Owen hit his forehead and cried, “That’s right, you haven’t heard!”Heard what?” asked Adrien, who...

What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers?

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in...

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Little sleep’s-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

Grief reunites you with what you’ve lost. It’s a merging; you go with the loved thing or person that’s going away. You follow it a far as you can go.But finally,the grief goes away and...

The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.It’s RUBBISH, death. It’s STUPID. I don’t want nothing to do with it.

My death..I mean..will it be quick,and with dignity? How will i know when the end is coming?””When you vomit blood,sir,” Tao Chi’en said sadly.That happened three weeks later,in the middle of Pacific,in the privacy of...

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts...

He knows different now. It’s the living that chase the dead. The long bones and skulls are tumbled from their shrouds, and words like stones thrust into their rattling mouths: we edit their writings, we...

MortalityOh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,He passes from life to his rest in the grave.The leaves of...

I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?I...

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there...

A past will never die. It’s always there and always present as long as your living breathing and able to remember.

Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.

He saw it for the first time: on the day he died he would be wearing unmatching socks, there would be unanswered e-mails, and in the hovel he called home there would still be shirts...

We’re organisms; we’re conceived, we’re born, we live, we die, and we decay. But as we decay we feed the world of the living: plants and bugs and bacteria.

One could argue that it’s romantic to die for love. Of course, then you’re dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a...

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?” he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn’t say anything. He continued: “Every...

The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.

Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High,” Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. “That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.

It’s only in drugs or death we’ll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Fear only prevails till the fire burns, nobody fears ashes.

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another’s light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages...

The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and chaos that were tangled in my mind made that an impossibility.

Shakespeare’s enduring tragedy did its part to further the goals of the Mercenaries—glamorizing death, making dying for love seem the most noble act of all, though nothing could be further from the truth. Taking an...

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it’s so they can die being right.

Good days are ahead of me. But so is the worst day of my life—my last day. I need a cup of coffee large enough to take a bath in.

If Christ taught us anything it is this — not to let our fear of death keep us from doing the good thing.

Death is not an option. Death is inevitable. But death is a choice.

It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death,...

There is so much trouble in coming into the world, and so much more, as well as meanness, in going out of it, that ’tis hardly worth while to be here at all.

That’s how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some...

There seemed no answer. He wasn’t resigned to anything, he hadn’t accepted or adjusted to the life he’d been forced into. Yet here he was, eight months after the plague’s last victim, nine since he’s...

I hope I leave this world gracefully, like a pilgrim slips from the back of his donkey at the end of a long ride, like a traveler disembarks from an airplane that has carried him...

the undiscovered self”; being alive without knowing why.

If Death Is KindPerhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,We will come back to earth some fragrant night,And take these lanes to find the sea, and bendingBreathe the same honeysuckle, low and...

Contemplating from the confines of a desk the reality of death is worthwhile, but only moderately enriching. Too often do I resort to it; rarely do I get with death in the ring.

Time and death: It’s the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It’s just what’s there. It was not something I planned to do.

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that...

Live desired in the world, and die lamented.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you –...

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.Mercutio: No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find...

In a middle of a war a single doubt about what you are fighting for could mean death.

The ultimate weapon is Lady Gaga’s music. Why kill the enemy when you can play her music and they’ll want to kill themselves?