It seems we’ve been at cross purposes, doesn’t it? But it’s no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie...

Mr. Codro’s destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing...

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew…so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

God isn’t the son of Memory; He’s the son of Immediate Experience. You can’t worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it’s...

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those...

Death, I’ve dreamed of it, I’ve desired it, but what real happiness can come from it?

A dead Christ I must do everything for; a living Christ does everything for me.

It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

Mistake this day as being like any other, and your deaths will go as unmourned as the insects of the field.

Do you see what this pure feeling ‘love’ can do to people? Just now, I know you wanted to take my head off. But if love is so pure, why do so many die in...

Strange combination, isn’t it–gratitude and resentment? But this is the way I think. Actually, I think everybody thinks that way. Even the children of the humans who died long ago, I think they lived their...

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of...

I have a theory that as human beings get older, chemicals are released into the brain to prepare us for the end. Sort of like how the nurse lubes your ass up before the anus-cam....

Zaznał pełnych litości spojrzeń, zająknień, współczującego kiwania głową, doświadczył niby to solidarnych męskich uścisków i niby to kamrackich walnięć w bark. Nasłuchał się apeli, by się trzymał i był twardym. Powodujących, że od razu miękł...

Sometimes I felt the bloated Toad, hideous and pampered with the poisonous vapours of the dungeon, dragging his loathsome length along my bosom: Sometimes the quick cold Lizard rouzed me leaving his slimy track upon...

Wanting to Die Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.Then the almost unnameable lust returns.Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass...

I know it’s hard when other children are called home but we can find purpose and good in all things when we can see things from the Lord’s perspective. There is goodness to be found...

Ah, God, it’s barbaric, however you look at it,’ he told Ruth.’What, cremation?’ she asked.’Death.

A beautiful death is for people who lived like animals to die like angels—loved and wanted.

The body of the Word, then, being a real human body, in spite of its having been uniquely formed from a virgin, was of itself mortal and, like other bodies, liable to death. But the...

Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other – and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and...

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn’t live long. It’s simply not written in my stars.

I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn’t be there. I always thought I’d like my own tombstone...

Why is it deemed justifiable and appropriate for cops/policeofficers to kill other cops (friendly–fire) and citizens?Why do cops kill?Are they not taught to maim or slow down someone runningor reaching for a weapon?If not, why...

Recollection of death also serves as a useful preparation for the time when one actually has to face death. As the concluding exercise among the body contemplations, a regular recollection of death can lead to...

To die on a dying Earth – I’d live, if only to weep.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

In the end, the only thing that really matters is how we treated all living things.

He is not prone to remember evils, since it is proper to a magnanimous person not to nurse memories, especially not of evils, but to overlook them. He does not speak evil even of his...

It’s a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a man’s life dies as a commotion in a...

Don’t be so hard on yourself, don’t put pressure on yourself, life is just a chain of experiments and results, and you’ll be perfect when you’re dead.

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

Have you ever wondered why we bury and cremate our dead? Nothing to do with hygiene, it’s just so we don’t have to see the reality of death. You know, the Zoroastrians used to leave...

Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.

Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?

Even when our death is imminent, we carry the image of ourselves moving forward, alive, into the future.

Am I awake or dreaming? It doesn’t matter anymore. When I close my eyes I dream of death and war. When I open my eyes I see death and war.

Fate doesn’t care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you’re living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

Death is the final dance of dreams, desires, loves and hopes.

Anna: Ash, I don’t have anything planned with my Mother… She’s dead.Ashley: What?Anna: She died when I was seven. She drowned. It’s just my Dad and me. I didn’t tell you before because I just...

Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he’d both created and destroyed his body’s energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing...

Lay your life down. Your heartbeats cannot be hoarded. Your reservoir of breaths is draining away. You have hands, blister them while you can. You have bones, make them strain-they can carry nothing in the...

How terrible,” said Eragon, “to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you.”Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed...

Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets.The moon sets.But they are not gone.~Rumi