Like the end, the myth of the beginning overlaps the cycle of birth and death, unfolding like a Möbius strip in ceaseless continuum, which is the paradox that sits above and beyond intellectual explanation in...

Quit lying to yourself and accept your power and beauty. Liberate yourself from the slow-death you call life.

Mithorden said it well,” she said finally. “It’s worshipping death. They say they follow light. But, in the end, they’re really following desolation, division, the end of things. You should hear their prophecies — war,...

All through life there were distinctions – toilets for men, toilets for women; clothes for men, clothes for women – then, at the end, the graves are identical.

And when you die only your thoughts that have reached paper remain. Finally when someone stumbles upon those words, reads about your loves and your losses, you touch them emotionally and for a time they...

Poor little girl. Poor little girl,” Nan says, and at first I think she is speaking of the baby, perhaps it is a girl after all. But then I realize she is speaking of me,...

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

Life is too short not to look beyond it.

Again he shook his head. The world’s gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the...

I didn’t want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.

So I do fear death in the sense that I find the prospect of dying pretty scary. But I no longer fear that I will one day be annihilated and cease to exist.

Like the most of you, I was raised among people who knew – who were certain. They did not reason or investigate. They had no doubts. They knew that they had the truth. In their...

Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body–Jesus, how the body!–took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn...

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’re married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we...

Can we believe that the real God, if there is one, ever ordered a man to be killed simply for making hair oil, or ointment? We are told in the thirtieth chapter of Exodus, that...

The thing with dying, well, with death really, is that there’s a difference between being someone who knows they can really die at any time and someone who doesn’t.

The trees are a thousand times taller than me, and hundreds of years older, and the rocks and leaves and plants and animals never do anything silly like kill each other or fall in love...

I’m like a machine being run over its RPM limit: The bearings are overheating – a minute longer, and the metal is going to melt and start dripping and that’ll be the end of everything....

Only the dying know what real loneliness is.

JD/Dr Cox: The second you start blaming yourself for people’s deaths, there’s no coming back.

What is thy body but a swallowing grave,Seeming to bury that posterityWhich, by the rights of time, thou needs must haveIf thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?If so, the world will hold thee in...

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

Though sometimes when he wakes in the night all he can think about is death. His own death, of course, but also the death of those around him,the fact that one day in the not-too-distant...

Everything is temporary but the power of Love is Infinite because it is the space, it is Everything.

The problem with living forever, of course, is you have to live forever before you know you’re immortal…or invincible. Even the gods, in this way, must always remain uncertain. Time trumps immortality just as uncertainty...

Do not contemplate the Essence of the UnVeiled, for the UnVeiled therein your World does not hold to polarities, nor of your conjectures; Chapter “The Unveiling

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself!

I realized that even if all the people in the world from the day of creation found this to be necessary according to whatever theory, I knew that it was not necessary and that it...

To make yourself something less than you can be – that too is a form of suicide.

The phrase “after-life” was also vaguely confused with going to church and not wanting to be dead – a perplexity which can be omitted from a narrative in which I am doing my best to...

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you’ll begin seeing them left and right soon.

on doit des égards aux vivants, on ne doit aux morts que la vérité.

Cassandra wondered at the mind’s cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life’s end, her grandmother’s head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was...

The moonlight covered the tombstones with an ethereal glow, and the statues above the tombs stood like silent guards waiting for something to happen.

The Jetavana Temple bells ring the passing of all things. Twinned sala trees, white in full flower, declare the great man’s certain fall. The arrogant do not long endure: They are like a dream one...

Only the survivors of a death are truly left alone.

Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, ‘Give them to the real estate shark, I’m out a...

There is some delight in ale and wineAnd some in girls with ankles fineBut my delight, yes always mineIs to dance with Jak O’ the ShadowsWe will toss the dice however they fallAnd snuggle the...

Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get.

And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.

He took his hands off the oars and pulled in the mooring rope. If I make a couple of loops, he thought, I can strap the axe on to my back.He had a mental picture...

If I should go before the rest of youBreak not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep...

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;Thus unlamented let me die;Steal from the world, and not a stoneTell where I lie.

Hester, meanwhile, says we should live all of life back to front. We should be born old and age younger. Our baptism should be a ritual of our funeral. We should die as infants, content...

Gage is waiting on the makeshift bed when she enters the room she’s been sleeping in. The small lantern in the corner barely lights his features. His shoulders are hunched, his hands clasped together before...

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

Visible objects therefore do not perish utterly, since nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.

The dead know everything, but don’t give a damn.

What happens to anything beautiful? Viy ate it up.