Here lies a gentleman boldWho was so very braveHe went to lengths untold,And on the brink of the graveDeath had on him no hold.By the world he set small store–He frightened it to the core–Yet...

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

Death kills us once; worry kills us every day.

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated – defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is...

Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

Boredom slays more of existence than war.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

… just because [butterflies’] lives were short didn’t mean they were tragic… See, they have a beautiful life.

Funerals aren’t scheduled.

And what this is, I realize, is life. I don’t want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I’ve been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am...

Con los ojos fijos en Napoleón pensaba en la insignificancia de la grandeza, en la insignificancia de la vida cuyo objeto nadie comprendía, en la insignificancia mayor aún de la muerte cuyo sentido permanecía oculto...

permanent living peace is permanent living death.

The most ruthless of all humans are the ones cornered in by death.

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it; don’t die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is makes it...

one doesn’t even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn’t think ofus, that’sfine.

Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

The conversation progressed, bumper-car style, to a very heated discussion about death and the survival of the soul. It amazes me that we, as a species, can argue so fervently over something that is, when...

Legend has it that while drinking wine in a boat on the river, [8th century Chinese poet Li Po] tried to grab the moon’s reflection on the surface and tumbled in, which is probably the...

The hypocritical and the greedy are struck down; the Messenger of Death punishes them with his club. O camel-like mind, you are my breath of life; rid yourself of the pollution of hypocrisy and doubt.

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of...

Death is not the merciless that he is made out to be; he is the friend and companion, the teacher, the kindly kinsman, who takes you into his fold and clothes you with the halo...

killing”—and when one knows that death isn’t the end, does it stop the killing hand for fear of retribution, or does it simply make it easier to kill, because, if life continues, how can murder...

En África, cuando un anciano muere, una biblioteca arde, toda una biblioteca desaparece, sin necesidad de que las llamas acaben con el papel

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

I think the bravest people are not the ones brave enough to die. But the ones brave enough to live.And living is different with surviving.

When I die, I want to be remembered for what I did, not what I could’ve done

The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Surgeons are a singular brotherhood, Adam. To us, people aren’t sacred beings crafted in the Almighty’s image, no, people are joints of meat; diseased, leathery meat, yes, but meat ready for the skewer & the...

Fear not the phantom of death, My Countrymen, for his greatnessAnd mercy will refuse to approachYour smallness; and dread not the Dagger, for it will decline to beLodged in your shallow hearts.

[Death] is a safety-device because, once Man has fallen, natural immortality would be the one utterly hopeless destiny for him.

Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him...

Andy had been a good friend, and a good human being. Someone who was loyal, and upbeat, and funny. You think if you’re not in touch with someone, everything is probably okay with them. Life...

She collapsed at the bottom of the trail, at the edge of the ghost town. Dekka sat on Edilio and pressed down on the wound. The force of the blood was weaker now. She could...

I wasn’t writing home. I wasn’t writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my family and my fiancee, Sara.

… was the great and general renunciation which old age makes in preparation for death, the chrysalis stage of life, which may be observed wherever life has been unduly prolonged; even in old lovers who...

Death comes to me again, a girlin a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.It’s not so terrible she tells me,not like you think, all darknessand silence. There are windchimesand the smell of lemons, some daysit rains, but...

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

Azel was an aficionado in killing and in chocolate cake.

Suffering is part of life,’ she said. ‘All the parts of life are jumbled up together; you can’t separate out just the one thing.’ She parred his hand again, kindly. ‘I could let you kill...

Death is my exit strategy. I’ll be doing significant customer service only as long as I live.

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

Life cannot be just a linear line to death.

I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

We are but phantoms, and the phantoms of phantoms, desires like cloud-shadows and wills of straw that eddy in the wind; the days pass, use and wont carry us through as a train carries the...