Then, already, it had brought to his mind the silence brooding over beds in which he had let men die. There as here it was the same solemn pause, the lull that follows battle; it...

This guy has a look on his face like he’s just realized that one day he will most assuredly die. Killing someone has a way of focusing our minds on our own mortality. I mean...

Caught in the center of a soundless fieldWhile hot inexplicable hours go byWhat trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed?You seem to ask.I make a sharp reply,Then clean my stick. I’m glad I can’t...

People who were dying: their minds always raced past whatever was being said, and still the pain went faster, leapfrogging ahead.

On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it.

What you love, you will love. What you undertake you will complete. You are a fulfiller of hope; you are to be relied on. But seventeen years give little armor against despair…Consider, Arren. To refuse...

The only goal in life is to be happy, genuinely, intensely and consistently , regardless of what it looks like to others.

You can’t just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I’m sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in...

Death twitches my ear;’Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.

Sometimes life is like living in a chamber of Liquid Oxygen. Liquid don’t allow you to live and Oxygen don’t let you die.

He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time.

Better a live dog than a dead lion.

We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.

Of all the things I’ve ever done, perhaps none was more difficult than turning away from my beautiful girl and walking away, leaving her there, never to look back. But my friend Tom, my ever-faithful...

As the last enemy, death is to be brought to nothing.

The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?

That’s my town,’ Joaquin said. ‘What a fine town, but how the buena gente, the good people of that town, have suffered in this war.’ Then, his face grave, ‘There they shot my father. My...

That’s all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going.

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.

Gangsters live for the action. The closer to death, the nearer to the heated coil of the moment, the more alive they feel. Most would rather succumb to a barrage of bullets from a roomful...

There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating,...

Go forward or die.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

You are my finest knight

Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them.

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder...

Scarring smiles, hidden tears,You stand, heads bowed and revereThe soul before us, burnt and tornHer faded essence, we sadly mournAnd though she walked a path of liesHer spirit surely still shall riseAnd among her own,...

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn’t belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

It is appointed for man to die once, Live life to the fullness.

Death preserves an ideal.

What makes the prospect of death distinctive in the modern age is the background of permanent technological and sociological revolution against which it is set, and which serves to strip us of any possible faith...

Relieve your pain.Shedding tears is good for the soul.

Four years after my father’s death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief...

A piece of me is gone,” she told me once while we were bra shopping. “I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of...

It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating,...

[…] death follows us around for a reason. It’s because death is our best adviser. There is nothing more powerful than a person who is prepared to live right now, in this instant, fully accepting...

I don’t know what to do, I want to die but you’re making me stay alive, I’m not sure if I should betray you and do it or move on and push through it.

As you embrace Consciousness, you embrace Perfection.

Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival...

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.

amen”.

Well I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Death is merely an illusion of the departed… Just because you cannot physically see the idea of God, doesn’t mean that he or she isn’t there. Just because you cannot physically see someone that isn’t...

He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin and into the arms of his...

Als ich sehe, wie Harus Haar verspielt im Wind tanzt und völlig zerzaust wird, und das, obwohl das Grau da draußen doch bleischwer in der Luft lastet, erkenne ich auf einmal, wie weit, weit weg...

May be able to die those who didn’t know how to live

I wanted to thank Trent, but all I could do was give him a faint smile before I lost consciousness. Everything had worked flawlessly. I had planned the perfect murder – my own.