He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn’t really much else to do. Make something, and die.

Six monthsIt been six months since you passed How long must these feelings of loss last ?It’s been six months since you died,on the surface it appears I never really cried. I hide away my...

A past will never die. It’s always there and always present as long as your living breathing and able to remember.

I’m going to get ‘I’M NOT FUCKING DEAD’ tattooed on my chest.””That will become inaccurate at some point, ” Omar pointed out.

Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

We’re organisms; we’re conceived, we’re born, we live, we die, and we decay. But as we decay we feed the world of the living: plants and bugs and bacteria.

Reality means you live until you die…the real truth is nobody wants reality.

As a kid I heard the word malignancy as “Malig-Nancy” like an evil woman’s name, no matter how many times Kiwi and the Chief and Dr. Gautman himself corrected me. Our mother had mistaken her...

The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it...

By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I – unused to your ways though I am – would...

Fear only prevails till the fire burns, nobody fears ashes.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. “But it’s not your job to understand.” That’s me who answers. God never says anything. Tou think you’re the only one he never answers?

Shakespeare’s enduring tragedy did its part to further the goals of the Mercenaries—glamorizing death, making dying for love seem the most noble act of all, though nothing could be further from the truth. Taking an...

Your love story, I don’t want to give away the ending, but both you and your lover die.

When I picked him up originally, the boy’s spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

If Christ taught us anything it is this — not to let our fear of death keep us from doing the good thing.

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

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

There is so much trouble in coming into the world, and so much more, as well as meanness, in going out of it, that ’tis hardly worth while to be here at all.

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

There seemed no answer. He wasn’t resigned to anything, he hadn’t accepted or adjusted to the life he’d been forced into. Yet here he was, eight months after the plague’s last victim, nine since he’s...

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...

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...

If Death Is KindPerhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,We will come back to earth some fragrant night,And take these lanes to find the sea, and bendingBreathe the same honeysuckle, low and...

I know exactly what you mean.

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...

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that...

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

I was tired of being me.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.Mercutio: No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find...

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

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

I know that it’s easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and...

Life is not just black and white, there are a million shades in between.

To escape death, she’d become death.

He sensed Death with a depth and clarity of which only small children or great philosophers are capable, philosophers who are themselves almost childlike in the power and simplicity of their thinking.

The wisest thing my grandpa ever said to me before he died was “Stop!” Thinking back, I don’t know if he was talking to me or the car that ran him over. I prefer to...

There’s not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

If death is the end of life, what is birth the end of?

love is undying,of that I feel certain.I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to give this very day…A love beyond Death-a...

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer… Whereas I, I come softly...

What is life without death? That’s like asking what is peanut butter without jelly? Or a baseball game on TV and changing the channel? Or government without taxes? Actually, I like those last two.

Toute fin de vie quelconque s’apparente plus ou moins au rangement; on n’a plus envie de se lancer dans un projet neuf, on se contente d’expédier les affaires courantes. Toute chose que l’on n’a jamais...

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

On his deathbed, my grandpa told me three things to remember for after he died. First he said, “You can’t own a cat. Ever.” Second he told me, “Friendly boys make friendly friends.” Finally he...

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.