Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of bereavement? What do we do with the memory – or in the memory – of the...

The beagle and the kobold approached, walking out of the dusty distance.

What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn’t.*

The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.

But my point, you see is that death is misunderstood. The loss of one’s life is not the greatest loss. It is no loss at all. To others, perhaps, but not to oneself.

This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.

…And friends abroad must bear in mindFriends at home they leave behind.Oh, I shall be stiff and coldWhen I forget you, hearts of gold;The land where I shall mind you notIs the land where all’s...

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

Because really, what do you have to lose? Your life? That’s no big deal, I promise you. When you find out you might die, you’re finally allowed to live like you never have before. If...

Some people experience a life-changing sensation that transforms how they see the world after a near-death experience, but the way I see it, we’re all dying – nay, we’re all dead – and it is...

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the...

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord,For that a little emptierMy house on earth, what rich rewardsThat guerdon were.

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens...

Ese espacio que uno ocupa, siquiera por un breve periodo, y aunque antes o después todos los personajes deban desaparecer en los confines del tiempo, resplandece como algo sumamente valioso.

Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

Death seemed to lose its terrors and to borrow a grace and dignity in sublime keeping with the life that was ebbing away.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, “that guy’snuts.”out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

It didn’t help when he told David that his mother would always be with him, even if he couldn’t see her. An unseen mother couldn’t go for long walks with you on summer evenings, drawing...

Life offers many reasons to be alive. Death offers none.

You know what love is because you’ve studied it, not because you’ve felt it. You never will. You know what love is? It’s this insidious thing that infects your eyes and ears, spreads to every...

He knew his vampire ‘sisters’ would drain the girls until they were nearly dead, then feed them some of their own blood. That’s when the turning would start – as vampire and human blood mixed...

… we honor the people we lost by loving again.

Part of this experience involves your being able to say to a person who is dying, “You are loved. You are beautiful. You are like a newborn babe, going into another realm. Release now anyone,...

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind...

I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.

I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.

Thinking of this friend I had. This friend I loved and keep loving–dead, but never really gone.

There are worse things than being robbed…” I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. “…worse things than dyin’ even. You be a good boy, Little...

El mar era Carlos Vives desde que nos escapamos tres días a una playa desierta en Cozumel. Lo miraba tratando de recuperar algo. ,Qué sería mejor? Tanto tuvimos. ,Por qué no la muerte?, me preguntaba,...

Curley’s wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and...

…all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother’s womb!

Living appears good, long, and tiresome, but it is way too short than a single stroke of lightning.

Adam pressed his hand to his face. Sighed. “Right. It’s just that… He died. And I’m so freaking pissed off, I swear I’d punch him in the face if he were standing right here.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

They’s a heap more to God’s will than death, disapoint-ment, and like thet. Hit’s God’s will for us to be good and do good, love one another, be forgivin’…” He laughed. “I reckon I ain’t...

Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong-il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant...

Me acordé de lo que me había dicho mi madre: “Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que...

I can’t die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I’ll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine stands in our house working away in its lung-like voice. I hear it...

Golden bars make no less a prisonthan a coffin on a hill.And in caged reformation,one wanders aimless still.The rafters now a recollectionof sacred suppression.How the morning dawnstrikes mourning confession.Now Death yields a harvestof the living...

Tú mataste a mi hermano, Gryal, por ti he cruzado ríos y montañas. ¡Por ti he matado! ,Y ahora te muestras ante mí con esa cara de idiota?

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the StrandOne day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide and...

Kyubey: You have no idea how much difficulty we go through trying to understand your human values. Presently there are six billion, eight hundred million of you, and you’re increasing in number by a hundred...

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking...

You must nevertheless open yourselves to the possibility of a sentence other than death.

Yes, I do remember.After my husband died, it hurt like this. My chest felt full and heavy, and I thought then, Oh, this is what it feels like to have your heart break.

It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated my every breath. I couldn’t escape it, that persistent voice, lingering...