But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

Everyone absolutely knows what a strawberry tastes like, even if you are allergic to them. Everyone absolutely knows what the toilet flushing sounds like. Everyone absolutely scratches their mosquito bites. And I know that I...

Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, ‘Yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do’. Give life and hope into your...

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the...

To learn to die is to learn to live. Death is the giver of life.

When I found him lying in the ditch holding a shovel, I thought he was sleeping on the job. Turns out he was being even lazier, and he was in fact dead.

In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, character isn’t destiny any more. Economy is destiny. Ideology is destiny. Bombs are destiny. What does a...

Fish like shiny things, stupid people like shiny things, and the late Nebular Romular Ichibar IV liked shiny things. He burned to death when he flew too close to a bright star, which ironically got...

For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.

If 12 of the finest soldiers were asked to follow bravely into battle, and near certain death, then I’d be very grateful to be the 13th best fighter.

A man who lives long enough will be a boy twice.

I moved my hand in and out of the shadow and pondered life and death. Then I put on my lipstick, pulled up my pants, and got back to work.

This hell of a place, I will miss it so much. This fat body, walking mud puddle, deceived by everything, this impossible, ruinous accident of a world, these people who would truly rather hurt one...

The whole world is dying. Just too slowly and naturally for my liking. Somebody should poison the food by genetically modifying it somehow. But even if that happened, nobody would be stupid enough to buy...

She often told me she was frightened of getting old…

I want to do something different, and make a difference in people’s lives. If everyone jumps off a bridge, I’ll be the guy who built that bridge.

My father was a Catholic, a coal miner in the Big Pit. My mother a Jew. A charwoman, when she could find the work. They didn’t fit in Wales. Nor in the U.K., either. They...

When you were in the hospital, dying, I called your mom. I didn’t tell her you were gravely ill, but we did have phone sex.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

I was with a friend of mine recently who was dying and while he was lying there with his family around his bed, I just knew that was it, that was the best you can...

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless...

Death is like giving birth. Birth can be painful. Sometimes women die from giving birth. However, when the baby is born, all that pain (that was endured) vanishes in an instant. Love for that tiny...

There are only two things worse then an empty canvas: death and taxes.

Somebody who is Christ’s must love Christ, and when he loves Christ he is delivered from the Devil, from hell and from death.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

Not everyone who died had left a “memory” and not everyone who had left a memory had left a “blessed” one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged “…of a blessed memory

Why do we have to die to got to heaven? The earth is already in space.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man’s brains out of his hair. That is my job.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that’s to be died.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

Only those few who are able to surpass their fear of death completely can fully experience the highest forms of life; not the mundane life of the mortal, but the godly life of the resurrected.

People usualy use “move on” when their heart broke because of love. Most don’t understand when father, mother, sister or brother has died, you might have needed more strength to move on. It was like...

So many things are lost in the dark. A slight misstep and we lose our footing. A quick hand in a pocket and we lose our money. A coat hanger in a womb and we...

War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up...

When you kill someone, something from that person passes to you – a sigh, a smell or a gesture. I call it “the curse of the victim.” It clings to your body and seeps into...

Run, Torak! The bear…is…possessed…

All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or...

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity

Death is a debt to Nature dueWhich we have paid and so must you.

I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.

Takes birth in me,also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals,effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey,of controversy.I am a Potpourri.

He knows death to the bone –Man has created death.

My mom died. Then my dad died. I’ll try to do better next time.

Death isn’t funny.” “Then why are there so many jokes about death? Jill, with us — us humans — death is so sad that we must laugh at it.