He killed himself for wanting to live.

Some people try to change the world one life at a time. Others try to change the world one death at a time. And I try to change the world one bucket full of dirt...

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

I realized that more and more I was saying, ‘It seems to me that we have come to the time war ought to be given up. It no longer makes sense to kill 20 million...

The sharp knife of a short life, wellI’ve had, just enough time.

I once feared death. It is said that death begins with the absence of life. And life begins when death is no longer feared. I have stared death in the eye and survived.

Going insane would be worse than dying. At least death is clear and final

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

How can a school prepare you for murderers and mad-men?’ Taro asked. ‘Friends who would betray you to your death. People in authority who use their power to perform the most unnatural acts. People hating...

My dreams died nine months before I was born

It’s okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don’t know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have...

Going down my list of notable women in my life, we come to Y. Y for Yolanda, and as you might have prophetically foretold, we met at the Y (YMCA). She looked like a beaver,...

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.

Oh great, the retirement capital of the world. I’ll be dead within a decade.

There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers & Sisters, I bid you bewareOf...

Nothing is certain but death and taxidermy.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

The fastest way to die is to live a lie

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

When love dissipates, it’s like dancing with daisies at midnight, and you don’t get easy at it when you’re deceased. And make no mistake, you will die before romance will.

I’d love to live forever except the person that made this game board has a tendency to occasionally knock some pieces off

My #love stories have happy endings, because I stop the tales before dejection, dementia, and death occur.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

We are mortals all, human and nonhuman, bound in one fellowship of love and travail. No one escapes the fate of death. But we can, with caring, make our good-byes less tormented. If we broaden...

Love doesn’t go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Not that there seems to be any appropriate place to bury someone, but these municipal cemeteries, or any cemetery at all for that matter, like the ones by the highway, or the ones in the...

Death and destruction are necessary to the health of the world, and therefore as natural, and lovable, as birth and life. Only priests and born cowards moan and weep over dying. Brave men face it...

When you’re on your deathbed, you won’t regret not having spent more time cleaning. Buy brown carpet, to camouflage the coffee stains.

I choose to believe that my father is still alive, that he has survived death, outlived us all, and possesses the soul that goes on and lives forever; We just cannot see him yet, for...

There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty.

After that [father’s death] I never cried with any real conviction, nor expected much of anyone’s God except indifference, nor loved deeply without fear that it would cost me dearly in pain. At the age...

He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence...

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

If every man on Earth could take with him on death even a handful of mud from the Earth, there would have been nothing much left and mud would have been rationed at so many...

those who believed in the Good Lord, for whom death was just a journey, and it didn’t make them sad at all

My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever...

This was their way of honoring the dead. The story over, the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to re-assert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves, their blood and appetites. Would that...

You cannot hide from the world. It will find you. It always does. And now it has found me. My split second of immortality is over. All that’s left now is the end, which is...

They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes of the words of God spoken and vibrating in the shared deep.

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible

I wanted to listen to him, but I did not want to answer now. That strange responsibility we feel towards others when they speak, to offer them the solace of any answer. Poor humans! And...

LinesI die but when the grave shall pressThe heart so long endeared to theeWhen earthy cares no more distressAnd earthy joys are nought to me.Weep not, but think that I have pastBefore thee o’er the...

Only a meditator is able to die consciously as life is an opportunity to prepare for death. Meditation is a death, a death of the ego.

all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies...

But maybe life was like that: it held your death, waiting, and you had no choice but to walk toward it if you wanted a life.

Death breached the silence first. ‘Mortals are always calling for me,’ he said, ‘Especially mortals whose suffering is very great, and especially mortals whose suffering is of their own making, and especially mortals who have...

I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don’t want it to win.