I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered;...

Hef ég drepið mann eða hef ég ekki drepið mann? Hver hefur drepið mann og hver hefur ekki drepið mann? Hvenær drepur maður mann og hvenær drepur maður ekki mann? Fari í helvíti sem ég...

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.A...

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

Everybody know death is inevitably coming, but it never fails to catch everybody by surprise everytime one is going

For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

He’d grown eager to hand off his things, as if the weight of his possessions kept him tethered to this earth, and by giving them away, he could snip those strings.

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he...

It’s lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I’m in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re gone.

You see, I cannot share my space with them. Not only am I severely claustrophobic but I abhor the mass. In general, I do not like people very much. Those I cannot sand are the...

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in...

Give me liberty or give me death.”[From a speech given at Saint John’s Church in Richmond, Virginia on March 23, 1775 to the Virginia House of Burgesses; as first published in print in 1817 in...

People get bitten. But I won’t.’ I found myself saying, ‘You will, you will. These snakes don’t know you find death inconceivable. They don’t know you’re young and strong and you think death applies to...

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the...

Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.

The tragedy in life to mourn over is the death of what lies within a person who is still alive. The death of a potential is a mess of destiny!

Don’t die before you’re dead.

I was alone in that room. Of course, there were bodies all around, but they were all dead. They were dead when I got there. Well, most of them were dead. The last few I...

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.

Some men want to go out with a bang. Personally, I’d rather not die from sex. I mean, what will my wife think when the police tell her?

I’m chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart....

die.

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I’m not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in...

I want to end my life by eating so much Viagra that I go out like that movie and Die Hard. If you want to watch, I just made popcorn.

Old age is catching up with me, or am I catching up with it?

Work hard or don’t work hard, either way your hair will turn gray. I should let you be alone while you die, slowly.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

If I were facing a firing squad, I’d ask them to hold on just one second, because I have a wedgie and it is very uncomfortable. Let me adjust myself, and then you can shoot...

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

I drink coffee like steam is the ghost of dead water. Ever tried inhaling the afterlife?

Love is the first feeling we felt since birth and the last thing will need in Death.

The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead. They called them both the ‘Silent People’; and the Milky Way they thought was the path along which the dead...

As Socrates so philosophically put it, since we don’t know what death is, it is illogical to fear it.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment....

All that is not God is death.

And after a while…I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that…well, some people have to die. My powers aren’t a prescription you can get filled as needed.

When we’re all gone at last then there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do...

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then...

We’re beings toward death, we’re … two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.

When all that’s left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we’ll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

Masks camouflage the faces of both good and evil. Keeps hidden what is a truth and what is a lie.

They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a...