Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

Life is too short when you think of the length of death

He handed me something done up in paper. ‘Your mask,’ he said. ‘Don’t put it on until we get past the city-limits.’ It was a frightening-looking thing when I did so. It was not a...

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

If in fact your time to be called before God, you typically won’t know it. Sometimes you will, and these are the hardest of times: When the blood pours from your nose and down your...

I know there’s no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will...

In life one of Midnight’s favourite movies had been It’s a Wonderful Life, a touching story where a man called George Bailey is shown how poor the world would have been if he’d never existed,...

Death is never swift… No matter how those left behind would like to comfort themselves with the thought. -Before Ever After

If I lived by some code, my actions would become predictable. The enemy would take advantage of this and I’d be killed. An honorable death doesn’t exist. Death is death. But it’s funny that survival...

But she’s wrong about hell. You don’t have to wait until you’re dead to get there.

The adjacent shores resounded with the alternate shouts of the sons of liberty and the groans of their parting spirits.

I had a dream about you. Flowers were overflowing in the cemetery, so we decided to have a picnic there. You brought apple pie, and I brought my Aunt Mildred, who’d been dead for some...

Intruding upon a dimension rightfully ours, modern medicine robs us of the dignity of what people in the past regarded as most precious: that final moment of death.

How can non-existence get sick of itself?Everytime you wake up, you appear again out of nowhere. And so does everything else. Death just means the replacement of the usual morning waking with something else, something...

If they will only hold their hands until the season is over, he promises them a royal carnival, when all grudges can he settled and the survivors may toss the non-survivors overboard and arrange a...

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

Ich habe das Gefühl, als würde sich Säure statt Blut durch meine Adern fressen”, erklärte er. “Wenn ich spreche, habe ich Angst, einen Teil meiner Eingeweide auszuspucken. Hätte ich eine Morphiumspritze zur Hand, würde ich...

If we followed our feelings all the time, we’d be like cats chasin’ their tails.

Death and again death.”)

The only people I am aware of who don’t have troubles are gathered in peaceful, little neighborhoods. There is never a care, never a moment of stress and never an obstacle to ruin a day....

It is important to recognize when you have been detached from life for too long. The fact is you are still alive, and I can only imagine that your loved one would want you to...

Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death

If We Must DieIf we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursèd lot.If we must...

I live for my death. While it is important how you perceive me now, It is more imperative how generations to come would perceive me

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

What would our hospitality look like if we believed that Jesus’s death on the cross was the measure of God’s compassion for someone?

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Dying is an art.Like everything else,I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

I’m not scared of death, I just don’t want to seek it out.

Losing a mate to death is devastating but it’s not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it’s an insult beyond comparison.

Death is nothing at all,I have only slipped into the next roomI am I and you are youWhatever we were to each other, that we are still.Call me by my old familiar name,Speak to me...

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

The moon fled eastward like a frightened dove, while the stars changed their places in the heavens, like a disbanding army.’Where are we?’ asked Gil Gil.’In France,’ responded the Angel of Death. ‘We have now...

How do you go on knowing that you will never again – not ever, ever – see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second...

The rest, is silence.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.””It’s not a fashion accessory.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Fear is the death of love, love is the death of fear.

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then...

The young doe, Marena, said, “In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.

The fame of his likes circulates briskly but soon grows heavy and stale; and as for history it will limit his life story to the dash between two dates.

You’re going to die tomorrow. You’re going to die, because I am going to kill you Jimmy

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one...

Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor and as Zhirem’s cup was sure,...