If I lie down on my bed I must be here,But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.

It’s not the dead even. They’re gone. Nothing you can do about that. It’s what’s left behind – the echo. These woods you’re walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes...

For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I’ve since found out it’s common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition...

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Death is a poison parsley on a dessert wine.

Everyone else felt the need to assure me that Mother’s death was part of God’s plan. Exactly, I wanted to shout after reading this sentiment half a dozen times— his plan is to kill us...

The Angel of Death took the woman’s frail hand. “Don’t be afraid.” she said. “Life is your past. Death, on the other hand, is your soul preparing for a new beginning. A brand new adventure,...

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

As long as they talk about you, you’re not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn’t die, just because the man dies.

Every time you take a step, even when you don’t want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that’s good. Anything...

She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.

When reading the history of the Jewish people, of their flight from slavery to death, of their exchange of tyrants, I must confess that my sympathies are all aroused in their behalf. They were cheated,...

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and...

Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade,But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong...

We need the life… We need to know what we take left someone weaker or dead. It reminds us what we were. The Hunger when you start out, it isn’t in the stomach or brain....

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For his civility.We passed...

All death reminds us that nothing is promised, only that life was worth it.

When it comes, you’ll be dreamingthat you don’t need to breathe;that breathless silence isthe music of the darkand it’s part of the rhythmto vanish like a spark.

It would be well to realize that the talk of ‘humane methods of warfare’, of the ‘rules of civilized warfare’, and all such homage to the finer sentiments of the race are hypocritical and unreal,...

We think of mortality so little these days…I thought of the stern Victorian determination to keep death in mind, the uncompromising tombstones.Remember, pilgrim, as you pass by,As you are now so once was I:As I...

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

We are all dead, we just haven’t figured it out yet.

God helps everything come to pass. However, he reminds us that nothing comes to stay.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall...

He tried drowning himself, but he only succeeded in taking a bath. That man was my dad, and I showed him how to tie a tie—and a noose.

{The resolution of the surviving members of the Eleventh Illinois Cavalry, whom Robert Ingersoll was the commander of, at his funeral quoted here}Robert G. Ingersoll is dead. The brave soldier, the unswerving patriot, the true...

All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.

I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.

Warmblood now a bloodborne death,Will rob your body of it’s breathMark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate

It comes out from no source, it goes back in through no aperture. It has reality yet no place where it resides; it has duration yet no beginning or end. Something emerges, though through no...

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will...

It isn’t discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It’s this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain – and it’s known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn’t death that’s the disease.

count no man happy until he be dead.

When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.

It is clear that men accept an immediate pain rather than an immediate pleasure, but only because they expect a greater pleasure in the future. Often the pleasure is illusory, but their error in calculation...

The young open the paper to forget about life by reading the funny strips. The old do it to forget about death by reading other people’s obits. My advice: don’t open the paper and go...

I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete. I also don’t believe that whatever comes after...

People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It’s too easy not...

Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is every mortal’s shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that...

They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other...

Because in the end, we die. It’s like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: ‘in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.

Aren’t you afraid of dying?Not really. I’ve watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

Fireheart dashed to the warrior’s side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur...

Il n’y a qu’une seule liberté, se mettre en règle avec la mort. Après quoi, tout est possible. Je ne puis te forcer à croire en Dieu. Croire en Dieu, c’est accepter la mort. Quand...