The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your...

Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.

Considérez dans son martyre spirituel cet être qui gît les yeux clos, disloqué comme la victime d’un accident brutal qui ne nécessite plus ni attention ni secours. Dénombrez les coups de couteau de la hideuse...

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,And Spring came the day after tomorrow,I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow.If that’s its time, when else should it come?I like it...

I think people believe in heaven because they don’t like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don’t like the idea that other people will move into their house...

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The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

It’s astonishing how important a man becomes when he dies.

When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.

Those who know who one should die knew how one should live.

One death apiece is plenty.

Nothing is ever truly gone… Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an...

Was. What does was actually mean? The verb to be. Past tense of is. Does it mean that someone is no longer being?

You would have to consider yourself lucky if you ever see your father again. Even if it is while he watches me take your life.” He snarled, allowing a haughty smirk creep across his face.

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past?...

In times of war, skepticism can be just cause for execution.

Life is but a passing shadow.

I’ve seen and swam and climbed and lived and driven and filmed. Should it all end tomorrow, I can definitely say there would be no regrets. I am very lucky, and I know it. I...

…what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no...

I’m not talking to you.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes–is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a...

You ask ‘Are you a man or a demon?’ Neither, I say. I have woken up, and the rest of you are sleeping, and that is the only difference between us.

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

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Heartbreak , death and loss were shared between us, but renewal, commitment and strength as well.

Death is only as strong as you believe it to be.

Everything we do really is just a little marker on the long road to death. And sometimes that’s overwhelmingly depressing to me, and sometimes it makes me feel kinship and forgiveness. We’ve all got the...

We’re all dead the moment we’re born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.

It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for...

When we lose our innocence – when we start feeling the weight of the atmosphere and learn that there’s death in the pot – we take leave of our sense.

I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what...

The friend I can trust is the one who will let me have my death.The rest are actors who want me to stay and further the plot.

Pentru mine, moartea este doar hotarul unde inceteaza sa mai existe “maine”. Numai pana acolo poti sa iubesti, sa visezi, sa regreti. Brusc, tot ce n-ai facut va ramane pentru totdeauna nefacut.

Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased. I heard what you said just now to my friend Hastings. ‘A nice bright girl with no men friends.’ You said that...

Everyone’s dying, Milcah. Some people are just dying sooner than others.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

I lost something after Hailey died. I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s the device that stops ypu from telling the truth when people ask you how you’re doing, that vital valve that...

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is...

Faith is the only belief which remains alive between heaven and hell.

Sin may have the power to kill and destroy, but God is the Creator of life. He can create it from nothing, and He can restore it from death.(John 11:25-26)

There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing...

Fear says that what God has called me to is blatantly impossible. Selfishness says that the cost is unacceptably prohibitive. My humanity harbors other lesser agendas that seduce me to my own death. And I...

Because beauty consits of it’s own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.

Death is only a byproduct of terrorism.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy’s dying wish?

Death is the saddest part of life.

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny’s sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.

But I couldn’t absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred.

You can die from kitsch. And we’re close to it.