We’re all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.

Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people

I hold the key to his heart right here.” He lifted a briefcase from his side to show her. “All we have to do is wind it up again.

Thinking of death–strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off–made me feel happier than ever.

I’ve never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person’s face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake...

I watched 60 Minutes…and they showed this woman, she’s in every kind of..thing like that. ‘This woman’, they say, ‘she lost her first four children–died from malnutrition–and, now, she’s afraid that her new six-month-old newborn...

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

I make love like I make coffins—with my bare hands, alone in my garage. On sale through Thursday—Buy One Funeral, Get A Second One Free!

Most people are so mind-bogglingly aggravating that it’s impossible to overreact to them, even if that means killing yourself.

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

When a solipsist dies … everything goes with him.

Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die

He remembered the old-timers from his navy days. Grizzled lifers who could soundly sleep while two meters away their shipmates played a raucous game of poker or watched the vids with the volume all the...

I’m so sorry, Henri,” I whisper in his ear. I close my eyes. “I love you. I wouldn’t have missed a second of it, either. Not for anything,” I whisper. “I’m going to take you...

If I knew I was going to die, I’d do the things on my life list. Why not do them now?

One dies only if he’s not anymore in the hearts and minds of those who know him. – Monkey D. Luffy

They’re so brave,” she said. “They’re all dead.” “Only a coward would think of that,” she said scornfully.

Contrary to what a lot of people believe (or hope), comfort doesn’t take the pain away. Comfort slides in beside the pain, pulling up a chair so that we have something more than sorrow in...

And in this moment, I realize one reason it’s so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

But there is nothing in biology yet found that indicates the inevitability of death.

It is no accident that Sufis find that they can connect most constructively with people who are well integrated into the world, as well as having higher aims, and that those who adopt a sensible...

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It’s straightforward. But people almost never say, “Die!” Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

Mendacity is a system that we live in,” declares Brick. “Liquor is one way out an’death’s the other.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live,...

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

El silencio de la muerte es el peor de los silencios, porque el silencio rulfiano es un silencio aceptado y el rimbaudiano es un silencio buscado, pero el silencio de la muerte es el que...

When your family dies, that’s a bummer, but that’s life. When my family dies, it’s a tragedy and the world is unbalanced and biased.

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their...

Death is not the worst thing; rather, when one who craves death cannot attain even that wish.

Grow a garden. When there’s a food shortage in the future, you’ll need it. And when people try to steal your food and you shoot them, you’ll also need a good place to hide the...

RequiescatTread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, white as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly...

I reached into the pile and pulled out a few connected chips and then was about to shove them into my mouth, when I saw what appeared to be the face of an angel sitting...

She told me she’d never forget me as long as she lived, and I got offended, because what, as soon as she dies I’m forgotten? Gee, thanks. I see how much I mean to her.

Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?

Then out spake brave Horatius, / The Captain of the Gate: / `To every man upon this earth / Death cometh soon or late. / And how can man die better / Than facing fearful...

The best part about love is it’ll still be around long after I’m dead. That’s also the worst part.

He looked upon this verdant, blossoming spring, a spring Joanna would never see, he looked upon a field of brilliant blue flowers- the bluebells Joanna had so loved- and at that moment he’d willingly have...

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

Hooray! I finally finished making a new book cover. Now I just need to write the book. The cover is the image of a man hanging, so perhaps I’ll write a romance novel.

Todd?”And Aaron wrenches his arms and there’s a CRACK and a scream and a cut-off yelp that tears my heart in two forever and forever.And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too...

She’ll die.’ ‘Aye. That’s a consequence of being alive.

When I saw a murder taking place, I almost didn’t have time to make coffee before stopping it. But thank God I did, because otherwise somebody would have died—and even worse, I’d be tired.

LIFE never really ends… It just changes. You never lose your loved ones, you gain guardian angels.

Next, PleaseAlways too eager for the future, wePick up bad habits of expectancy.Something is always approaching; every dayTill then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,Sparkling armada of promises draw near.How slow they are!...

Jesus might not think so, but maybe the dead are best left that way.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Sufism, in one definition, “is” human life.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.