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...

Lew had never seen a dead man before. He just stood there, and looked and looked. Then he went a step closer, and looked some more. ‘So that’s what it’s like!’ he murmured inaudibly. Finally...

Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an...

Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind; only with the death...

The question of afterlife disappears, when we start to recognize the fact that we did not existed before our birth and the same will happen after death.

Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Fly (poem from the book Blue Bridge)Delicate, / butterfly winged, / we vainly push against the sky, / each trying to find our place.Yes, we are going to die, / let’s not beat about the...

The Art of Living is to be yourself. It is to be true to yourself. The Art of Living is learning to live with love, awareness and truth. Meditation is the way to learn The...

My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,...

Reader one moment stop and think,That I am in eternity and you are on the brink.

For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one’s feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, – still...

Every moment, many are born and many die. But man has to discover how to ‘avoid’ death.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

A Second Childhood.”When all my days are endingAnd I have no song to sing,I think that I shall not be too oldTo stare at everything;As I stared once at a nursery doorOr a tall tree...

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for—if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

You have to appreciate life before you want to preserve it,” she said.”And it’s the survivors who maintain the most light and poignant hold upon the beauties of living. Women know this more often than...

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable...

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

… “The world is afflicted with death and decay, therefore the wise do not grieve, knowing the terms of the world,” says an old Buddhist teaching. In other words: Get used to it.

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta...

Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you...

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

The obsession with the afterlife is born of a panic at not having memories of a before-life.

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for...

It seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: “Close the window, it’s too beautiful.

The Marquis de V… – whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested – was saying to me with a wicked smile: ‘Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at...

It’s hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn’t love much at all.

Nobody is a loser: Either he is a winner or a learner.

Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher’s last words were “Now comes the mystery.” The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, “I’ve had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do...

A place where something so terrible had happened shouldn’t continue to exist in the world

[I]t was in the pairs that the prisoners kept alive the semblance of humanity concluded Elmer Luchterhand, a sociologist at Yale who interviewed fifty-two concentration camp survivors shortly after liberation.Pairs stole food and clothing for...

Don’t call it death; call it moving to Heaven.

Then Thalia Grace became their leader and started recruiting even more young women to their cause, which grated on Nico – as if Bianca’s death could be forgotten. As if she could be replaced.

The loss of innocence is inevitable, but the death of innocence disturbs the natural order. The death of innocence causes an imbalance and initiates an internal war that manifests differently in each individual, but almost...

It’s not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.