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I assume you are the sort of person who would go backstage after the opera in hopes of hearing the prima donna crying on the telephone, or walking in on the baritone fellating the basso...

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!

We have to accept that there are certain things in our life that are inescapable. These are the things that come natural to us and are necessary to our existence.

Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in...

If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice...

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass …

Picnic, LightningIt is possible to be struck by a meteoror a single-engine planewhile reading in a chair at home.Safes drop from rooftopsand flatten the odd pedestrianmostly within the panels of the comics,but still, we know...

I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.

After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die.

I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over rocks down below, cicadas rattling a chorus off in the distance....

We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living.

Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into...

Live free or die.

Myths of the heroes speak most eloquently of man’s quest to choose life over death.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Nothing in life was as ugly as death.

We have nothing that is really our own; we hold everything as a loan.

At Night on the High SeasAt night, when the sea cradles meAnd the pale star gleamLies down on its broad waves,Then I free myself whollyFrom all activity and all the loveAnd stand silent and breathe...

For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.

It’s not unreal to me yet, though it might get that way soon. It still feels very real. And not even horrible — the dead are just the dead. I am convinced that the living...

My funeral,” the Blue Man said. “Look at the mourners. Some did not even know me well, yet they came. Why? Did you ever wonder? Why people gather when others die? Why people feel they...

Draco, do it, or stand aside so one of us -” screeched the woman, but at that precise moment the door to the ramparts burst open once more and there stood Snape, his wand clutched...

No one here gets out alive.

Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don’t make the mistake of thinking that the… cosmos… gives a damn one way or the other about...

He’s waiting for yu, young queen.’Shocked, I stared at Seoras. ‘Heath?’The Warrior’s look was wise and understanding – his voice gentle. ‘Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is...

I’ve always been super aware that we could all die at any moment. This ceiling could fall. I could trip and land on this pen I’m holding. I could choke on my cold pasta lunch....

As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

The real problem with stories – if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

Mis más trágicos recuerdos se levantaron en furioso oleaje. Creía que después de pasar por la experiencia de perderte ya nada podía afectarme demasiado, pero la mínima posibilidad de que algo semejante le ocurriera al...

En su habitación del hotel la muerte, desnuda, está delante del espejo. No sabe quién es.

If anyone can overcome a fear for the ocean, you can, little lady. Courage is being scared to death and saddlin’ up anyway.

You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has.

Kate lost a mother,” I said, “but I lost a nothing.”Kate doesn’t feel that way,” Jack assured me.But what about everybody else besides Kate? How can I ever explain to anyone what she was when...

Like young fern shootsmy child’s fingers curled.I did not expect,in the fifth month, frost.

The scene is most beautiful without people in it. People just screw things up. Forget the whole thing, the world, all the living people, I tell myself, and it has a ring of truth to...

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,We people on the pavement looked at him:He was a gentleman from sole to crown,Clean favored, imperially slim.And he was always quietly arrayed,And he was always human when he talked;But...

Man,” he said, “I’m not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want.””What do we want?” I asked blurrily.”Aw, man, you know,” he said....

There are Atheists in foxholesAtheists in hurricanesThere are Atheists in all the rolesDenied by your refrainsAtheists are your fellow citizensPeople who love and laugh and cryAtheists are your relatives and friendsDon’t insult them with a...

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch.”What happened?” Matt asked, gasping.I went from one person...

I don’t think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it’s crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.

There was a man whose only son died of a sudden illness. He did not mourn for his son, nor was he sad about it. His friends were curious about his behavior, so they asked...

My Son, Only Tax and Death are for sure.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

Birthday presents come in boxes, like coffins, filled with dead gratitude.