The hypocritical and the greedy are struck down; the Messenger of Death punishes them with his club. O camel-like mind, you are my breath of life; rid yourself of the pollution of hypocrisy and doubt.

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of...

Death is not the merciless that he is made out to be; he is the friend and companion, the teacher, the kindly kinsman, who takes you into his fold and clothes you with the halo...

killing”—and when one knows that death isn’t the end, does it stop the killing hand for fear of retribution, or does it simply make it easier to kill, because, if life continues, how can murder...

En África, cuando un anciano muere, una biblioteca arde, toda una biblioteca desaparece, sin necesidad de que las llamas acaben con el papel

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

I think the bravest people are not the ones brave enough to die. But the ones brave enough to live.And living is different with surviving.

When I die, I want to be remembered for what I did, not what I could’ve done

The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Surgeons are a singular brotherhood, Adam. To us, people aren’t sacred beings crafted in the Almighty’s image, no, people are joints of meat; diseased, leathery meat, yes, but meat ready for the skewer & the...

Fear not the phantom of death, My Countrymen, for his greatnessAnd mercy will refuse to approachYour smallness; and dread not the Dagger, for it will decline to beLodged in your shallow hearts.

[Death] is a safety-device because, once Man has fallen, natural immortality would be the one utterly hopeless destiny for him.

Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him...

Andy had been a good friend, and a good human being. Someone who was loyal, and upbeat, and funny. You think if you’re not in touch with someone, everything is probably okay with them. Life...

For it would be only for a time. Until what he knew and thought became no longer relevant or necessary and was forgotten. But that was the same with all of us. We were only...

She collapsed at the bottom of the trail, at the edge of the ghost town. Dekka sat on Edilio and pressed down on the wound. The force of the blood was weaker now. She could...

I wasn’t writing home. I wasn’t writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my family and my fiancee, Sara.

Stars,” she whispered. “I can see the stars again, my lady.”A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. “Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.”Stars,” Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she...

… was the great and general renunciation which old age makes in preparation for death, the chrysalis stage of life, which may be observed wherever life has been unduly prolonged; even in old lovers who...

Death comes to me again, a girlin a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.It’s not so terrible she tells me,not like you think, all darknessand silence. There are windchimesand the smell of lemons, some daysit rains, but...

You don’t know what cold is until you’ve experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

Azel was an aficionado in killing and in chocolate cake.

I remember the pain I felt, and wonder why a man who was such an accomplished liar had to tell the truth that day.

Suffering is part of life,’ she said. ‘All the parts of life are jumbled up together; you can’t separate out just the one thing.’ She parred his hand again, kindly. ‘I could let you kill...

Death is my exit strategy. I’ll be doing significant customer service only as long as I live.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

Life cannot be just a linear line to death.

Whether that lady’s gentle mind, No longer with the form combinedWhich scattered love, as stars do light, Found sadness where it left delight,I dare not guess; but in this lifeOf error, ignorance, and strife,Where nothing...

I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.There is one who remembers the way to your door:Life you may evade, but Death you...

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

We are but phantoms, and the phantoms of phantoms, desires like cloud-shadows and wills of straw that eddy in the wind; the days pass, use and wont carry us through as a train carries the...

The saddest thing about death, whether it’s our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn’t stop when we do.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness – to glory?

The unknown,” said Faxe’s soft voice in the forest, “the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were...

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

But you’re dead,’ said Harry.’Oh, yes,’ said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.’Then… am I dead too?”Ah,’ said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. ‘That is the question, isn’t it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

Tis man’s perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die

…why can’t I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just...

Things to do, places to be, people to kill.

How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88)

Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death.

But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what...

She was few inches taller than him and when for the first time her promising eyes met with his, he knew it would be more than friendship. He was too young to name that feeling...