I was no longer troubled when he pulled out a machete in a crowded bar, tried to pick up schoolgirls, or threatened to scalp us, then rip off our heads and scoop out our brains.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?” Jane asked. “You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

I’m not courting death; I’ve far too many books left to read.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

We should try to live a life of a human once before we die, because there is a difference between having a life and living a life.

When I was a little girl,’ I said, sitting down, ‘the wallpaper in my room had pictures of Noah’s story.’ […]You know what’s weird though? It’s weird that the ark would be such a kids’...

From the time we’re born until we die, we’re kept busy with artificial stuff that isn’t important.

The primary difference between sex and death is, with death there is no dress code

Looking back, my greatest regret is not that I didn’t love them enough (to the brink of insanity and back again), but that I couldn’t save them from themselves.

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

Try to remember some details. For the worldis filled with people who were torn from their sleepwith no one to mend the tear,and unlike wild beasts they liveeach in his lonely hiding place and they...

And you know, there’s less charm in life when you think about death–but it’s more peaceful.

I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.

I am not worried about dying, what I am worried about is not living

When I Have Fears That I May Cease To BeWhen I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like...

Live or die, but don’t poison everything.

O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a...

How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly...

as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.

Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let’s choose executors and talk of wills

There’re a lot of things you don’t understand.” Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. “I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn’t seem worth it. It...

Death, everyone fears it in one way or another but when I stood in front of it myself, face to face, I felt no fear.

Death brings release & removal from all evil, every tragedy & all difficulty. Death is not an enemy.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you...

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

When you deeply love someone from that space that is beyond attachment to certain projections or desires, when you love someone just deeply, totally, completely, without any games that the mind or emotions play, then...

My darling, I’m waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I’m horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but...

There is just as much beauty in birth as there is in death, and it changes our lives just the same. They both add things to us and take things away.” Pg. 155 Undone

The girl in the video is a reminder about how fragile our hold on sanity and health is and how much we are at the utter whim of our Brutus bodies, which will inevitably, on...

Death is only the death of death not the death of life.

We are thankful to come here for rest, sir,” said Jenny. “You see, you don’t know what the rest of this place is to us; does he, Lizzie? It’s the quiet, and the air.””The quiet!”...

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.

Just as a snowflakewent on to feed a puddle that filled a stream and then the river, thepumpkin patch is a gathering of molecules from my old goats, chickens,and cats, feeding the underworld of dirt...

The faithful clamoured to be buried alongside the martyrs, as close as possible to the venerable remains, a custom which, in anthropological terms, recalls Neolithic beliefs that certain human remains possessed supernatural properties. It was...

The awful thing is that if i can forget they’re people, it will be no different at all

İnsanlık öldü belki de hiç yaşamamıştı..!!Humanity was dead.Maybe never live too..!!

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

(On WWI:)A man of importance had been shot at a place I could not pronounce in Swahili or in English, and, because of this shooting, whole countries were at war. It seemed a laborious method...

‘And what would humans be without love?’ Rare, said Death.

It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.

A friend is someone who can brighten your day with a simple smile, when others try to do it with a thousand words.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.

Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. ‘What did they do to you?’Some of the Anchorites laugh. Hugo looks back at his long-ago lover. ‘They’-he looks about...

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its...

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world’s decay.

The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and...

There’s no way to really preserve a person when they’ve gone and that’s because whatever you write down it’s not the truth; it’s just a story. Stories are all we’re ever left with in our...