So, how can I try to be someone I didn’t really even know?

So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones who ruined the world.

Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.

When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leafto turn away from the sun — it loves it there.There’s nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can’t miss a day of it, because it...

Perhaps the easiest way of making a town’s acquaintance is to ascertain how the people in it work, how they love, and how they die.

There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected...

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.

Life is too short to be anything but happy. So kiss slowly. Love deeply. Forgive quickly. Take chances and never have regrets. Forget the past but remember what it taught you.

In life one of Midnight’s favourite movies had been It’s a Wonderful Life, a touching story where a man called George Bailey is shown how poor the world would have been if he’d never existed,...

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

But the heavy stroke which most of all distresses me is my dear Mother. I cannot overcome my too selfish sorrow, all her tenderness towards me, her care and anxiety for my welfare at all...

But she’s wrong about hell. You don’t have to wait until you’re dead to get there.

he death of a purposeful person is not the death of purpose

Intruding upon a dimension rightfully ours, modern medicine robs us of the dignity of what people in the past regarded as most precious: that final moment of death.

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a...

Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that...

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

Ce qui commence par : “Je me h tais de déplaire exprès, par crainte de déplaire naturellement” (Mauriac) continue par : “Je me h tais d’échouer exprès,par crainte d’échouer naturellement”, et pourrait se terminer un...

There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other.

Death and again death.”)

A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right.

Hey, I am thinking of it myself, in this part of world (East), we all do endeavors in praying and are sweating (white liquid) and this is our situation, frustrated , but on the other...

Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

The fear of death is why we build cathedrals, have children, declare war, and watch cat videos online at three a.m.

I live for my death. While it is important how you perceive me now, It is more imperative how generations to come would perceive me

As for man, his days are numbered, whatever he might do, it is but wind.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

In the world you live in, one day you will be gone but you must fulfill your mission before departure.

I’ve never believed in living for the ones you love. I believe in the power of death, I’d die for the ones that I love.

I’m not scared of death, I just don’t want to seek it out.

His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you,...

As politicians weigh courses of action against their political agendas the death toll weighs heavy on the conscience of the world. The once vibrant Syrian streets are now haunted by the souls of the innocent...

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

When traveling in rural Africa, it’s important to not actually *go* to a hospital until the patient is on the brink of expiration, otherwise things are apt to get worse.

Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.

The rest, is silence.

And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I’ll forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait mightfold in too, producing the same horrific effect as Jeremy’s: that I, all along,...

Others, I am not the first,Have willed more mischief than they durst:If in the breathless night I tooShiver now, ’tis nothing new.More than I, if truth were told,Have stood and sweated hot and cold,And through...

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning...

Like waking up in our home one night to find ourselves in a blazing fire, we must be arsonists of emotion, forcing ourselves to grab only what is truly important to us before our life-rafters...

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then...

When I’m dying, I want dying to be my only regret.

For each person I lost I found a new layer of grief to cover myself with, and each time I tried to bring something of their essence into my own being – be it unconditional...

The fame of his likes circulates briskly but soon grows heavy and stale; and as for history it will limit his life story to the dash between two dates.

History doesn’t start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.