WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN?The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said.Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I...

Things change after you die, though- I guess because dying is about the lonliest thing you can do.

Death’s got an Invisibility Cloak?” Harry interrupted again.”So he can sneak up on people,” said Ron. “Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…

You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

I do not ever remember to have trembled at a tale of superstition or to have feared the apparition of a spirit. Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and a churchyard was to me...

has forewarned me. Daily he announces more distinctly, ‘Surely I come quickly!’ and hourly I more eagerly respond, ‘Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!

My New Year’s Eve is always 2 July, the night before my birthday. That’s the night I make my resolutions. And this year scares the life out of me, because no matter how successful, how...

How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he...

Avada Kedavra!”A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape’s wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry’s scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch...

‘I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?’ Death thought about it ‘Cats,’ he said eventually, ‘Cats are nice.’

[B]e comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even...

When the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with a shrill scream forfeited its life for the sight of the bacon, all...

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.

If I could really love, I would take awaythese tubes dripping lipids and glucoseinto your blood. I would liquefy the thingsyou love and flood them through your veins:our sleeping dogs’ rhythmic breathing, hugeorange trumpets of...

Death… The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Just when you think you’re in the cat-bird’s seat, the Angel of Death calls “dibs” on shotgun.

Death, with its ancestral weight of terrors, is merely the abandonment of an unserviceable shell at the time the spiritis reintegrated into the unified energy of the cosmos. The end of life, like birth, is...

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren’t dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer...

Death and Rebirth is one of the most crucial parts of life, without one the other simply cannot exist!

Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.

Gloria laughed at them and said that she’d overtaken grief a long time ago, that she was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over,...

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was...

In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave. The dog’s master whispers in the dog’s ear his wishes that the dog will return...

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

real world”. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from...

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

His work was so great that it cannot be compassed in a few words. His death is one of the greatest losses ever to occur to British science.{Describing Ernest Rutherford upon his death at age...

A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right...

Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.

The Chorus Line:A Rope-Jumping Rhymewe are the maidsthe ones you killedthe ones you failedwe danced in airour bare feet twitchedit was not fairwith every goddess, queen, and bitchfrom there to hereyou scratched your itchwe did...

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you, like a hug. Or a noose.

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

That’s the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it’s logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.

Have to be honest with you Darquesse, I cannot feel that. That must be one of your special abilities, because to me, it looks like you just killed a whole bunch of people for no...

…don’t be afraid of going by a way you’ve never gone – that’s the way we’re all going…

What you are seeking in your retreat, I see clearly in every road and alleyway.

When I first accepted my own death, the world was intantly changed. It was a completely new sensation. It took something like this to finally open my eyes. Before, I had simply shut myself off...

We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for...

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I breathe onto a mirror just to make sure I’m still alive, and to see how good looking my breath is.

las petites morts”: because the things that bring us passion tend to slip past our defenses, to creep insidiously into every facet of our consciousnesses and kill us as ruthlessly, and efficiently, as any drug.

People who die in Detroit and then go to hell probably think they’re in heaven. I know, because I’ve been to Cleveland.

Death and life were just adjacent verandas.

Death is the only equality guaranteed in life. A poor man will die just as surely as a rich man.

is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that...

My mom and dad died, but in their place I got a house of fog that’s easy to hide my feelings in. (No smoking, please.)

Life is a terminal illness.