And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn’t have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls- The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

Sometimes I think about dying. And then I wonder about going to hell. And then I think that if and when I go there, the place will be completely organized and run by lost souls,...

I joy, that in these straits I see my west;

What do you most value in your friends?Their continued existence.

Aging and the prospect of dying by no means enhance the attractiveness of fictitious comforts to come in paradise, or the veracity of malicious myths about hellfire and damnation. Fear and feeblemindedness cannot be credibly...

There she comes” – and that is dying.

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them…

No matter what the reason, the ways I tried to justify the situation, the second-guessing that lingered, nothing could change the fact that people stopped existing because of me.

But old age, to begin with, has something in common with death. Some face it with indifference, not because they have more courage than others, but because they have less imagination.

I despise the cowardly clinging to life, purely for the sake of life, that seems so deeply ingrained in the American temperament.

In other words, they appeal to the state for protection, but the state is precisely that from which they require protection. To be protected from violence by the nation-state is to be exposed to the...

Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate.

Dolmens constantly remind us to live in harmony with nature, to live within our needs and not in our greed. It reminds us that we should keep on helping everyone in need; not only those...

No matter how careful we are, if we live long enough, eventually one of us will die. It is not a happy thought, but it is the truth. Such is the way of the world.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Maana halisi ya falsafa ya ‘Nitakuwa tayari kufungwa kwa ajili ya matatizo ya watu’, au Falsafa ya Kufungwa, ni uvutano mkubwa uliopo kati ya Roho Mtakatifu na Roho wa Shetani kwa sisi wanadamu wote. Jambo...

You’ll forget it when you’re dead, and so will I. When I’m dead, I’m going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Kula sana ni kujichimbia kaburi kwa meno yako mwenyewe.

Not that there’s anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it’s way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It’s just that there are other ways to spend your time as...

And like that, I said goodbye to my grandmother like we were two people who met in a coffee shop, shared a lifetime of stories and left wanting more, but knowing we’d meet there again.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No...

Things stayed peaceful in there, even as the crashing vehicles and the cries of the injured and dying reached a crescendo outside. “I fry mine in butter!” indeed.

Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.”Avada Kedavra!

The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even then that passed, I was left with a sadness that couldn’t be rubbed...

For me it is the virgin birth, the Incarnation, the resurrection which are the true laws of the flesh and the physical. Death, decay, destruction are the suspension of these laws. I am always astonished...

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love?

About this time, whether he felt there wasn’t sufficient drama in his life or that he was determined not to be outdone by Miss McCabe, he decided that he was dying.

Don’t you have a religion?” Dorolow asked Horza.”Yes,” he replied, not taking his eyes away from the screen on the wall above the end of the main mess-room table. “My survival.””So… your religion dies with...

Promise?”I promise.

You never realised you appreciate a person until the day they’re were gone, permanently

Sometimes the dying live more fiercely and wisely than the rest of us. (146)

Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it’s worse when you see them wearing dark glasses, having streamers around their necks and a hat on their antlers. Because then you know they were...

For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That’s what people...

The state of mind above which my distraction floats like fog is suddenly perfectly clear, though the right word for it is less immediately available. Grief is too sharp and immediate; maybe it’s the high...

Iar gclos báis Mháirei dtuairim cháich má fágbhadh m’ainnir faoi fhód,níor bhuadhaigh bás ar Mháire im mheabhair-se fós.

I think in life there is only one absolute truth. Death… It’s the only definitive horizon, sometime it leaps, runs across mountains and vanishes beyond oceans but the closer you get, the more you see...

After breakfast I spent an hour cleaning my revolver and trying my skill at a target. Jane shook her head, probably thinking that bullets were vain against demonic powers. But Perdita was hugely delighted with...

With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .

The ancients said that for persons who cultivated body and mind, and who are virtuous and honorable, death is an experience of liberation, a long-awaited rest from a lifetime of labors. Death helps the unscrupulous...

I always carry around a spade, because I never know when I’ll have to dig my own grave—slowly. Give me coffee or give me death. Or sleep.

Death is known only through dying and truth is known only through diving deep within oneself.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

He may even find it as amusant as I do, and we will be sharing a belly laugh tomorrow.

(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks flecked with the afternoon sunshine through the boughs: I was in the midst...