Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass growsThe West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?Have you...

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious

Division and differentiation are the processes by which things are created. Since things are emerging and dissolving all the time, you cannot specify the point when this division will stop.

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn’t lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.

Many are called, few are chosen.

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.” The Book Thief

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

Conflicting stories continue to circulate concerning the death of the President. A second White House announcement has now called attention to the President’s schedule for the day, pointing out that no mention is made there...

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

…then inn a conversational tone said, “I slapped my Aunt Martha. When my fiancé died. She told me God needed him in heaven, and I hauled off and slapped her, a sixty year old woman….People...

Life is the tragedy,’ she said bitterly. ‘You know how they categorize Shakespeare’s plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, it’s a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, it’s a tragedy. So...

I believe that more people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.

I’ll be your Dostoevsky, if you’ll be my Tolstoy. Our life together will be so full of despair that death will be like a gulag full of joy.

How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?

Things don’t so much end as disappear. They don’t so much begin as turn up. You think there will be a time to say goodbye, but people have often gone before you know about it....

Hell?

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

Wit defies deathbut death defines wit

He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one’s embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and,...

If we listen and observe carefully the dying can teach us important things that we need to learn in preparing for the end of our own life’s journey.

Does Ziploc make body bags? I’ll bet the corpses would stay fresher for longer if they did.

Մահ ոչ իմացեալ՝ մահ է, մահ իմացեալ՝ անմահութիւն է:Death, unanticipated, is death; death, anticipated, is immortality.

He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.

Tomorrow is promised to no man, though I’m under the impression I have an earthly meeting with God on the day after tomorrow. So that’s nice.

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

To look back upon the past year, and see how little we have striven and to what small purpose: and how often we have been cowardly and hung back, or temerarious and rushed unwisely in;...

Too many men have died in the name of old age. I know, because my grandmother was one of them.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.

A live broke man is ‘luckier’ than a dead rich man.

Is he dead? -Gosh I hope so, because I went to a lot of trouble to dig his grave.

Dusza jest niczym płomień świecy. Choć ją zgasisz, maleńki węgielek, szarara, żarzy się w ciele. Z czasem się wypali. Ale zanim to nastąpi, ktoś kto jest biegły w nekromancji może rozpalić ten duchowy popiół, przywołać...

They say time heals all wounds. I am still waiting…

My love has six sides, but it’s not a coffin. That’s just an optical illusion. Still, one day my love for you will be the death of me.

When a person dies, they cross over from the realm of freedom to the realm of slavery. Life is freedom, and dying is a gradual denial of freedom. Consciousness first weakens and then disappears. The...

He is sorry-For everything-For Prentisstown-For Viola-For Ben-For every failure and every wrong-For letting his pa down-And he’s looking up at me-And he’s begging me-He’s begging me-Like I’m the only one who can forgive him-Like it’s...

He died a suspicious death. But only because he was a politician, and everything he did was suspicious.

Sometimes painfully lost people can teach us lessons that we didn’t think we needed to know, or be reminded of—the more history changes, the more it stays the same.

My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead.

Labri non è felice. Il soldato a cui è assegnato lo stratta male: spesso lo picchia, ma perlopiù non lo degna nemmeno di uno sguardo. Sta quasi tutto il giorno alla catena. Ha freddo, è...

Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern;Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst.Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt,Und solcher Bann ist Tod: Drum gibst du ihmDen falschen Namen. – Nennst du Tod Verbannung,Enthauptest du...

Dude, don’t die out here.

Sufism is experiential

What is blood but the wine of life?

The world has two faces :The day or the bright moment whenwe naturally stay alive (awake).The night or the dark moment whenwe naturally remain dead (sleep).

It’s quite simple. Death isn’t what we think it is. It isn’t life which ends but time which stops.

Death cannot be experienced either by the dead or the living.

We don’t get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide,...

Death is lighter than a feather, but Duty is heavier than a mountain.