Those who live in the country get idiotic in time, without noticing it, for a while they think it’s original and good for their health, but life in the country is not original at all,...

The obsession with the afterlife is born of a panic at not having memories of a before-life.

It was the essence of life to disbelieve in death for one’s self, to act as if life would continue forever. And life had to act also as if little issues were big ones. To...

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for...

For all his secrecy and fear of being seen, he was touched that we had observed him so closely, and with such love. He loved that we knew him. This is one reason people need...

It seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: “Close the window, it’s too beautiful.

The Marquis de V… – whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested – was saying to me with a wicked smile: ‘Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at...

life is first boredom, then fear.whether or not we use it, it goes,and leaves what something hidden from us chose,and age, and then the only end of age.

It’s hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn’t love much at all.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree...

Nobody is a loser: Either he is a winner or a learner.

Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher’s last words were “Now comes the mystery.” The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, “I’ve had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do...

Death’s brother, sleep.

[I]t was in the pairs that the prisoners kept alive the semblance of humanity concluded Elmer Luchterhand, a sociologist at Yale who interviewed fifty-two concentration camp survivors shortly after liberation.Pairs stole food and clothing for...

Don’t call it death; call it moving to Heaven.

The battle had been as hideous as you might expect between one side who were simply not afraid to die and another who regarded death as merely a door to the eternal life.

The loss of innocence is inevitable, but the death of innocence disturbs the natural order. The death of innocence causes an imbalance and initiates an internal war that manifests differently in each individual, but almost...

It’s not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

I’ve changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,You see me there.

funny”, you know?I feel taller. I like that.I’ve never been away from my shadow forthis long. It had always clung to my feet,parting momentarily for a quick dive intothe swimming pool. But never for fivehours....

Life is a slope. As long as you’re going up you’re always looking towards the top and you feel happy, but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death...

We’re living tragedies, just passing time ’til our funerals.

Live a life of lies; die a death of truths.

The few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

You have never talked to a mere mortal.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

When will the deathOf Death ever come?from “The Siege

If death be the last thing I do, why, I pray the gods and heroes of my people that I try to do it as well as I have done more pleasant things.

She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.

Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.

I love the name of honor more than I fear death.

I was walking around in an almost blind, crazy rage of madness. There was a story burning a hole in my brain, and it was dying to come out on paper. It was begging of...

If I Must GoIf I must go to heaven’s endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not...

Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

In this world and the hereafter, we should not be afraid of no one but ourselves.

Everything but a life can be replaced.

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. (“X”)

Though I had no respect for Jack Lewis, I respected the hole in his chest. He was dying, and you owe the dying your attention.

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

Oh, how we could blossom if we didn’t have to fight to the death to merely exist!

Kittridge closed his eyes. So, the end. It would happen instantaneously, a painless departure, quicker than thought. he felt the presence of his body one last time: the taste of air in his lungs, the...

The whole city seemed to be pinned down, fascinated by the glassy stare of the Lubyanka. Krymov had thought about various people he knew. Their distance from him was something that couldn’t even be measured...

Not how he died, not what he died of, even less why he died, are of concern, to me, only the fact that he did die, he is dead, is important: the loss to me,...

Death is life’s way of telling you, you’ve been recalled

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.