Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the...

There’s a bug inside you. Growing in you, eating everything you’ve forced yourself to forget, everything you don’t want to think about. Your bug will decide your fate one day. And… chances are, you will...

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the...

Zu früh, befürcht ich; denn mein Herz erbangtUnd ahnet ein Verhängnis, welches, nochVerborgen in den Sternen, heute NachtBei dieser Lustbarkeit den furchtbarn ZeitlaufBeginnen und das Ziel des läst’gen Lebens,Das meine Brust verschließt, mir kürzen wirdDurch...

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss.

Some of us -” She paused as she sought the words. ” – don’t die unless we want to. The selfish ones never do.

Silence is a lie that screams at the light.

Juliet and Romeo die at the end,’ I said.’Do they really, though?’ Monroe asked. ‘I didn’t know that that matters, when they sure did live. It’s as simple as this, their secret. When you love...

…our loves ones truly are ever-present. We may bury their bodies or scatter their ashes, but their spirits are boundless and do not accompany them to the grave. The terms ‘letting go’ and ‘closure’ are...

Now death is uncool, old-fashioned. To my mind the defining characteristic of our era is spin, everything tailored to vanishing point by market research, brands and bands manufactured to precise specifications; we are so used...

How did it die?” he asked.”Short circuit,” I said. “Old and frayed wires.”He looked at me like I was senile.”Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don’t love them enough.

In the end, this volume should be read a s a collection of love stories, Above all, they are tales of love, not the love with which so many stories end – the love of...

Our culture’s quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the...

It can’t be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong!

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

The circumstances of our lives are pieces of a larger scheme in the puzzle of life, and in His Perfect Wisdom, the pieces fit.

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we’s tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling...

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death….and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I’m not trying to hide it, but it’s something you’re not to worry about.

Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it’s the same amount...

But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. […] I’m too old...

Seperti manusia, kelak berakhir sendiri dalam maut yang sangat pribadi. Kesendirian tak pernah menakutkanmu, kau lebih takut pada ketiadaan kata berpisah.

I DON’T HOLD WITH CRUELTY TO CATS.

He told himself a story. Not at first. At first, there wasn’t time for thoughts that came in the shape of words. His head was blessedly empty of stories then. War was coming. It was...

I do not understand how you know you only have one life if you have never died, because if you have never died, then you cannot possibly know if you would go on living a...

But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to...

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another. I do not feel...

It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.

The death of a dreamer does not always bring about the death of his dreams.

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

I’m going to heaven! I replied.-What do you mean, you’re going to heaven?-Let me pass.-And what will you do in heaven, my poor child?-I’m going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

Ulang tahun itu artinya cuma jadi lebih tua. Sekarang giliran gue menua, nanti-nanti pasti semua kena giliran. Jadi mari bersenang-senang selagi mampu dan sebelum mati!

I assume you are the sort of person who would go backstage after the opera in hopes of hearing the prima donna crying on the telephone, or walking in on the baritone fellating the basso...

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!

We have to accept that there are certain things in our life that are inescapable. These are the things that come natural to us and are necessary to our existence.

Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in...

If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice...

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass …

Picnic, LightningIt is possible to be struck by a meteoror a single-engine planewhile reading in a chair at home.Safes drop from rooftopsand flatten the odd pedestrianmostly within the panels of the comics,but still, we know...

I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.

After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die.

I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over rocks down below, cicadas rattling a chorus off in the distance....

We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living.

Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into...