Molecules dissolve and pass away, but consciousness survives the death of the matter on which it rides.

Watching someone you love die is like driving through a fog. You know you’re headed somewhere but you can’t see your hand in front of your face; you’re so focused on steering without crashing that...

Love’s over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother’s face!

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

He saw two stars collapse against one another and a nova form; it flared up and then, as he watched, it began to die out. He saw it turn from a furiously blazing ring into...

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and–what will perhaps make you wonder more–it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

AubadeI work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a...

Nearly everyone who is asked where they want to spend their final days says at home, surrounded by people they love and who love them. That’s the consistent finding of surveys and, in my experience...

Death is not the endDeath can never be the end.Death is the road.Life is the traveller.The Soul is the Guide…Our mind thinks of death.Our heart thinks of lifeOur soul thinks of Immortality

In my kind of falling, there’s no landing. There’s only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you’re falling, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Because you...

There are so many moments in our life which we cannot describe with mere words. There are not enough adjectives to justify the emotions behind such moments. Those moments are your life- they define who...

Dr. Urbino caught the parrot around the neck with a triumphant sigh: ça y est. But he released him immediately because the ladder slipped from under his feet and for an instant he was suspended...

Is Dust immortal then, I ask’d him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is...

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have...

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cosily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to...

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did...

Power is only an aphrodisiac for the living dead

There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we take has to be given back; a nine year old boy taught me that.

Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

The trigger gave; I felt the smooth underside of the butt; and there, in that noise, sharp and deafening at the same time, is where it all started. I shook off the sweat and the...

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

Late-Flowering LustMy head is bald, my breath is bad,Unshaven is my chin,I have not now the joys I hadWhen I was young in sin.I run my fingers down your dressWith brandy-certain aimAnd you respond to...

You will take his life but you can’t take his memory out of us.

Des années après que mon frère avait déserté ma chambre, après avoir mis en terre tous ceux qui m’étaient chers, j’offrai enfin à Simon la sépulture à laquelle il n’avait jamais eu droit. Il allait...

All death matters.””Only to the living.

The only enemy which stands between the talent you posses and success you achieve is known as “EGO” in our Society

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness.

Time change – Moments don’t.

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.

Aquela putain, Emma Bovary, tem a vida eterna e eu morro como um cão.

I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

(…) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water’s death was Augustus Water.

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. It’s a plague. It’s like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and someone just keep pulling it and pulling it.”STATE OF WONDER

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can’t even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I...

Forerun thy peers, thy time, and letThy feet, millenniums hence, be set In midst of knowledge, dream’d not yet.

The VoyagerWe are all lonely voyagers sailing on life’s ebb tide,To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,Sometime at eve when the tide is low,The voices call us back to the rippling...

Fate is cruel but maybe not random. Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and gravel to it.

Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they’d built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized...

The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into one swaying blur.The snow fell on Bach’s shoulders; it was as though flakes...

I got my laptop out from under the bed and fired it up and went onto his wall page, where already the condolences were flooding in. Themost recent one said:I love you, bro. See you...

I’ll remember you, he thinks, and as the gun carriage, with its coffin and its dented helmet pass him by, he closes his eyes.Nothing will bring them back. Not the words of comfortable men. Not...

When a small group of people come together to relive the Salem witch hunts, God cries. For if anything is sorrowful to God, it is evil done in his name. When you find out you...

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don’t live as long as people do.

Even death itself is made wretched by terror and fear.