The type of the Inevitable is death. I remember well that in my youth I believed that I was certainly exempt from its operation. First when my daughter died, next when you were wounded, I...

And now — now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?Don’t forget, in the meantime, that...

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death.

And in front of it all are the pearly gates: the proverbial entrance to Heaven that she, in earthly life, thought might not exist. But they are real, not myth or fantasy.As she passes through...

The afternoon my parents died, I was out shoplifting with Irene Klauson.

There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

For those who believe in resurrection, death is inconsequential. It’s not an ending but rather a new beginning. A second chance, a reunion. The very idea of resurrection is so seductive a concept it’s easy...

Death is the Graduation of the Soul

Then, as his planet killed him, it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error.

Life may be scaryBut it’s only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

It was the word ‘late’ that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn’t happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere…

People who think dying is the worst thing don’t know a thing about life.

Perhaps it’s better if I live in your heart, where the world can’t see me. If I’m dead, there will be no stain on our love.

Cyrano: The leaves—Roxane: What color—Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.Cyrano: Yes—they know how to die. A little wayFrom the branch to the earth, a little fearOf mingling with the common dust—and yetThey go down...

Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset?

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that’s it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I’d loved...

Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren’t allowed. We...

I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of...

Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of...

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

The dead are merely the countrymen of my future.

In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are...

Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help.Superman’s two...

Passion + Vision +Skill + Mentoring = Success.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we...

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as life which you should never forget to live and enjoy.

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn’t want to look at that.

It is said that the dead are infinitely patient, although it is usually said by the living, and how would they know?

Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head...

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

We tell the dead to rest in peace, when we should worry about the living to live in peace.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she’s trying to bloom. Tho she’s resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.

You die in the middle of your life.

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

Gun up,’ he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. ‘Set it in here,’ Mellas whispered to Conman. ‘Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.”He...

We are only an instant, that’s true. But we are eternal.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what’s dead. It won’t complain.

If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as...

A pall fell over the room. A black shroud of disease and deathbeds and all the worst things from all the worst places. This mutant world, a tragic portmanteau, the unnatural marriage of two roots...

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she’s gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.

I’m an Atheist. I don’t believe in God, Gods, Godlets or any sort of higher power beyond the universe itself, which seems quite high and powerful enough to me. I don’t believe in life after...

And a strange, deadly war is raging around the world. Yet, each person who has lost a loved one surely knows secretly, deeply, that no war, no act of revenge, no daisy-cutters dropped on someone...

I think back to the day I stood before my wife’s grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that...

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades...

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

While death and darkness girdle meI grope for immortality.