Was it hard? I hope she didn’t die hard.’Sethe shook her head. ‘Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.

The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won’t be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at...

From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to...

The human body is robust. It can gather strength when it’s in mortal danger.

The minutes felt as long as years and I couldn’t be in the sort of time that didn’t move, that instead stood still and all I could think of was being allowed to die, being...

How great inexperience and innocence is. On the authority of their parents they go to a place where they could meet their death; for the Zirder in flood is very dangerous and, given the ignorance...

Joy, joy, joy!Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers,And the future is dark, and the present is spread,Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.

I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn’t expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since...

A cult leader alone in his beliefs is just a crazy dude with a beard.

Who can be worried without the light of a memory?

Like the end, the myth of the beginning overlaps the cycle of birth and death, unfolding like a Möbius strip in ceaseless continuum, which is the paradox that sits above and beyond intellectual explanation in...

Quit lying to yourself and accept your power and beauty. Liberate yourself from the slow-death you call life.

die daily.hourly, if you’vegot the energy.

All through life there were distinctions – toilets for men, toilets for women; clothes for men, clothes for women – then, at the end, the graves are identical.

And when you die only your thoughts that have reached paper remain. Finally when someone stumbles upon those words, reads about your loves and your losses, you touch them emotionally and for a time they...

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

Life is too short not to look beyond it.

So is death a journey? Is it to another place?” she asked. “Is it another planet?””Many have wondered this very question,”replied rovender. “But there is an old Caerulan saying: When your journey reaches its destination...

I didn’t want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.

So I do fear death in the sense that I find the prospect of dying pretty scary. But I no longer fear that I will one day be annihilated and cease to exist.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body–Jesus, how the body!–took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn...

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’re married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we...

Heroes and scholars represent the opposite extremes… The scholar struggles for the benefit of all humanity, sometimes to reduce physical effort, sometimes to reduce pain, and sometimes to postpone death, or at least render it...

The thing with dying, well, with death really, is that there’s a difference between being someone who knows they can really die at any time and someone who doesn’t.

The trees are a thousand times taller than me, and hundreds of years older, and the rocks and leaves and plants and animals never do anything silly like kill each other or fall in love...

All my life I’d been a believing Christian. … But that instant in the ER–the instant Annette [his wife] died–I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.As I thought more about it in the...

Only the dying know what real loneliness is.

JD/Dr Cox: The second you start blaming yourself for people’s deaths, there’s no coming back.

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

Though sometimes when he wakes in the night all he can think about is death. His own death, of course, but also the death of those around him,the fact that one day in the not-too-distant...

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.

The problem with living forever, of course, is you have to live forever before you know you’re immortal…or invincible. Even the gods, in this way, must always remain uncertain. Time trumps immortality just as uncertainty...

Do not contemplate the Essence of the UnVeiled, for the UnVeiled therein your World does not hold to polarities, nor of your conjectures; Chapter “The Unveiling

I never trust anyone”, Alecto told Mandy as wisps of smoke drifted from his cigarette. “Treachery is the unfortunate result of any friendships I’ve ever had. I don’t need friends anyway, what I want is...

I realized that even if all the people in the world from the day of creation found this to be necessary according to whatever theory, I knew that it was not necessary and that it...

To make yourself something less than you can be – that too is a form of suicide.

If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you’ll begin seeing them left and right soon.

Shaq pe hai yaqeen unko,Yaqeen pe hai shaq Mujhy……….Kis ka jhoot jhoot hai,Kis ke sach main sach nahi,Hai ke hai nahi,Bas yehi sawaal hai,Aur sawaal ka jawaab bhi, Sawaal hai……….Dil ki gar sunoon to hai,Dimaag...

Cassandra wondered at the mind’s cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life’s end, her grandmother’s head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was...

The moonlight covered the tombstones with an ethereal glow, and the statues above the tombs stood like silent guards waiting for something to happen.

Death whispers your name to me.

Only the survivors of a death are truly left alone.

Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, ‘Give them to the real estate shark, I’m out a...

The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was...

Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get.