Let not the rash marble riskgarrulous breaches of oblivion’s omnipotence,in many words recallingname, renown, events, birthplace.All those glass jewels are best left in the dark.Let not the marble say what men do not.The essentials of...

You are going to die in front of dozens of witnesses, and none of them will do a thing to help you or avenge you. Because they know exactly what you know: The world is...

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be.

Death was constant, unprejudiced to age, race, or creed.

Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.

Who prays at help in the Illusion of his Life does not understand that his only aid is death

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor, blood spattering the counter and cupboard doors a furious red. I watched, mesmerised,...

I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange...

I don’t see anything other than pretensions and low mentality in women who make a man run after a hole that would soon be inhabited by termites and worms.

Jump in the urinal and stand on your head. I’m the one that’s alive. You’re all dead.

It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “die before you die” — and find that there is no death.

On the sea he wished to meet it, if meet it he must. He was not sure why this was, yet he had a terror of meeting the thing again on dry land. Out of...

When the devil wants to punish his worshippers, he uses the trick of karma.

Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched…

I have never lived a life so much larger than death. (93)

No popularity exists when tragedy strikes. All that’s left are human hearts and love and ache. We all love each other, deep down, and when we see another soul in pain we can’t help but...

Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind...

What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and...

In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen matches. I gave her a cake of Lifebuoy soap. I gave her a...

I wouldn’t want [the people of Baleyworld] to live that long as a general thing. The pace of historical and intellectual advance would then become too slow. Those at the top would stay in power...

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones never said, the ones that always just hang there in the back of the mind like a dark cloud. There’s so much to say but no one to...

Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell...

Don’t fear the gods,Don’t worry about death;What is good is easy to get, andWhat is terrible is easy to endure.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

You’re Hell’s Angels, then? What chapter are you from?”REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.

Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting...

Time is ticking, and your online twinkling is limited.

The other day as I was stepping out of Star Grocery on Claremont Avenue with some pork ribs under my arm, the Berkeley sky cloudless, a smell of jasmine in the air, a car driving...

I had no specific bent toward science until my grandfather died of stomach cancer. I decided that nobody should suffer that much.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, and be the one who ended up in that accident, completely dead… but you know what? It wouldn’t change anything. All I can do now that...

I was dead, and I hadn’t even been able to attend my own funeral.

In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance, the pace at which he elected to travel would be of...

Darkness and light. Black and white. But which is death, and which is life?

…and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don’t mean much to anyone except to the one who can’t take any of them along.

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I’m...

Harmony would only come with destruction.

Is anyone who’s supposed to be dead actually dead?

If you just found out you had six months left to live, the first thing I’d do is apologize for not delivering the letter 182 days ago, when your doctor first handed it to me...

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant...

…There is some firm place in me which knows that what happened to Wally, whatever it was, whatever it is that death is as it transliterates us, moving us out of this life into what...

I once placed third in the Battle of the Fourth Places. There were only two other competitors, so I felt proud. My grandma and grandpa beat me, despite having been dead over five years.

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

{On the death of Hale’s esteemed friend and fellow scientist, Luther Burbank. Burbank was much beloved by the population unil in an interview he revealed that he was an atheist. After this, the public turned...

But could words bethe end of me?

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest...

I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street…with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse...

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.

All things that we ordained festival,Turn from their office to black funeral;Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,Our bridal flowers serve for a buried...