Invariably, knowledge dictates life, liberty, and death, but those who have historically occupied the seats of power not only dictate what is defined as knowledge but also dictate what’s included, what’s excluded, and how it...

Son, I’m dying,” where I visualize the day my estranged dad calls me out of the blue to tell me he is dying, and in as many ways as possible I’ll offer up various responses...

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder...

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

Fads are the kiss of death. When the fad goes away, you go with it.

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit.Now gone.Just gone.Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the...

Death preserves an ideal.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid,...

This way of behaving, this way of feeling, so hysterical, so sad, when someone has died, I don’t like at all and would like to avoid. It’s not as if the whole thing has not...

Chronology of any event worked best in obituaries. It had no place in the world of sentiment, where memories, ideas and assumptions co-existed side by side.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating,...

It is man who kills, man who creates or suffers injustice; it is no longer man who, having lost all restraint, shares his bed with a corpse. Whoever waits for his neighbor to die in...

The Thought of Death. It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this confusion of streets, of necessities, of voices: how much enjoyment, impatience and desire, how much thirsty life and...

As you embrace Consciousness, you embrace Perfection.

I’m not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun… let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus… Aphrodite...

Sorry. Don’t need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

amen”.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you’re more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put if off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference....

He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin and into the arms of his...

I’m a survivor, ” I said. But I didn’t think that claim would carry much weight in an obituary.

Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there.”The ride’s over,” someone said. “End of the ride.”For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that...

I wanted to thank Trent, but all I could do was give him a faint smile before I lost consciousness. Everything had worked flawlessly. I had planned the perfect murder – my own.

An eye for an eye my friend.

Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.

The life is cruel death to me without you.

If last night proved anything, it’s that life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short – and fragile – shot glass.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

It’s life. You deal with it or you don’t.

He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was in a little room on the second floor of a hotel, a room with wide...

Every instinct that is found in any man is in all men. The strength of the emotion may not be so overpowering, the barriers against possession not so insurmountable, the urge to accomplish the desire...

The beagle and the kobold approached, walking out of the dusty distance.

We are therefore blessed with powerful minds yet at the same time cursed, not only to die, but to know that we must.

To the loved ones of those who have been killed or injured I extend my deepest sympathy, … Their deaths must not be in vain.

But my point, you see is that death is misunderstood. The loss of one’s life is not the greatest loss. It is no loss at all. To others, perhaps, but not to oneself.

Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?

From across the woods, as if by common accord, birds left their trees and darted upward. I joined them, flew amount them, they did not recognize me as something apart from them, and I was...

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

Live for what you love, and die for what you’re unwilling to live without…

Molecules dissolve and pass away, but consciousness survives the death of the matter on which it rides.

Watching someone you love die is like driving through a fog. You know you’re headed somewhere but you can’t see your hand in front of your face; you’re so focused on steering without crashing that...

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother’s face!

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.