So this is it ⎯ what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

Just when you think you’re in the cat-bird’s seat, the Angel of Death calls “dibs” on shotgun.

Death, with its ancestral weight of terrors, is merely the abandonment of an unserviceable shell at the time the spiritis reintegrated into the unified energy of the cosmos. The end of life, like birth, is...

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren’t dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer...

Death and Rebirth is one of the most crucial parts of life, without one the other simply cannot exist!

Unattached and aimless, these old men are always infatuated with little certainties and regularities such as those that ordered the life of Mr. Krupper as seen from outside. Habit is living. Anything unexpected reminds them...

Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.

Gloria laughed at them and said that she’d overtaken grief a long time ago, that she was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over,...

Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura. ,Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura....

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was...

In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave. The dog’s master whispers in the dog’s ear his wishes that the dog will return...

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a...

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

real world”. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from...

Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

His work was so great that it cannot be compassed in a few words. His death is one of the greatest losses ever to occur to British science.{Describing Ernest Rutherford upon his death at age...

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right...

Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun… so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind… and after a few haunting...

The Chorus Line:A Rope-Jumping Rhymewe are the maidsthe ones you killedthe ones you failedwe danced in airour bare feet twitchedit was not fairwith every goddess, queen, and bitchfrom there to hereyou scratched your itchwe did...

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you, like a hug. Or a noose.

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against Fate.Death lays his icy hand on kings…

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a...

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman’s gift; death is God’s.

…perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my...

For some death is an art, for others it is merely an inevitability.

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

Supermarkets this large and clean and modern are a revelation to me. I spent my life in small steamy delicatessens with slanted display cabinets full of trays that hold soft wet lumpy matter in pale...

A hero stands up to the villain in themselves.

It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a...

I know exactly what you mean.

If life is worth living for so is it worth dying.

Watching someone you love… die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It’s like waking up from a bad dream only to find out that it’s you reality, it’s like watching...

Why does death have to stop #love? It doesn’t stop people from voting in Chicago.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

I was tired of being me.

If somebody offered me Cyanide, my only question would be, Is it organic? Because organic is always the healthier option.

I’ve seen a lot of stuff… maybe I’ve seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I’ve seen what they can do, how evil they can be… I’ve seen the Holocaust...

To hear how great your friends think you are: fake your death, or, get married.