Susan’s gotta poker, you know,” it said, as if anxious to be helpful. WELL, WELL. INDEED. MY GOODNESS ME.”I fort-thought all of you knew that now. Larst-last week she picked up a bogey by its...

I was living my own future and my brother’s lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might...

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?

An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress

I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand – his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.

When we can’t understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to...

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

Life and all that is in it is a gift from the infinite mind / God;And the only way that life can go wrong is by the limited finite mind / Man.

When life demands more of people than they demand of life – as is ordinarily the case – what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death

I often think about this, that is, I imagine to myself that here is Vera, dead, totally motionless, lying on the table, in a coffin… and I too, of course can no longer live. But...

As to Science, she has never sought to ally herself to civil power. She has never attempted to throw odium or inflict social ruin on any human being. She has never subjected anyone to mental...

Love is like war, except without all the blood and death and stuff.

I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.

Thats what literature is. It’s the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!

Never take another human being to the third life, because we don’t know how to go.

When he did think—when his brain began the slow chugging of rusty gears—the only thoughts that came were unspeakable things like, what’s the worst age a child can die? Worse yet was—after hours spent staring...

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It’s as if someone has dumped rubies...

I may be alive now, but in a series of moments I won’t be. And let it be said about me: He didn’t waste his time talking to conch shells, but he did listen to...

Morire. Cosa diventa la morta in guerra? Cosa si prova ad uccidere per non essere uccisi? Cosa si prova a inciampare su copri dilaniate e abbandonati nel fango? Cosa si può provare quando, in una...

The red washingdown the bathtubcan’t change the color of the seaat all.

…..listening means learning to hear someone’s inner world and deepest feelings with far greater attention in order that we don’t let our own assumptions get in the way. The dying may speak in images far...

I cried at the funeral. It wasn’t because I loved her, it was because I was there, in the front pew at the church, chopping onions.

Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.

Dear Mary Duende, It’s freezing here in the trenches, but loneliness is colder than any hyperthermia. Gunshots and shrapnel have become my companions. But life is better now than it was when I was at...

I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose. I know, now,...

I think it would be funny to dye somebody’s pool red and then throw dead fish in it. And before you run out of there, you could leave a stone tablet with these words etched...

I was born tomorrowtoday I liveyesterday killed me

I made an agreement with the fish. They’d give up their lives, if I’d eat every one that died for me.

Between each inhale and exhale we die and are reborn.

I love how sincere she is. She makes a mannequin look like Mother Theresa, though she looks better naked. And I hope she thinks I look better naked than a dead woman.

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

I’m a year older than 365 days ago, and I’m having trouble bending my knees and my lower back is killing me. Everything reminds me of death. Especially bending over all day to steal the...

You can’t get the blood out.

I love you,” he said, his voice catching. “When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

Love is the cause of pain.. And pain is the cause of DEATH !

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

What’s the use of crying, and retching, and belching, all day long, like your lady downstairs? Life has its sad side, and we must take the rough with the smooth. Why, maids have died on...

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense...

I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’ve come to learn that predictions don’t mean much. Too much lies outside the realm of medical knowledge. A lot of what happens next comes down to...

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don’t hear much of it, only the odour...

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing landscape of street or wall or paling sky or the figures...

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one...

When your health is taken away, money can do little or nothing but when your breath is taken away, money means absolutely nothing

Live now, die later!

Bağışla beni efendimiz: er geç o rıhtıma çıkacağım kuşkusuz,” der Marco, “ama dönüp sana anlatamayacağım onu. Böyle bir kent var, ve de basit bir sırrı var: yalnız gidişleri bilir, dönüşleri bilmez.

And in a way, this was how he had come to see his death, as a series of small ones taking place over the course of his life and leading finally to the main event,...

Love can come shooting out of nowhere, much like semen shoots out a penis. Too many lives come to an end—and begin—from random shootings.