If I could really love, I would take awaythese tubes dripping lipids and glucoseinto your blood. I would liquefy the thingsyou love and flood them through your veins:our sleeping dogs’ rhythmic breathing, hugeorange trumpets of...

It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn’t understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same...

Death… The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Being dead is highly overrated. It’s no fun at all.” — Mythe: A Fairy Tale

I’m going to die. And as if that weren’t bad enough, I’m going to die inside a cake.

I could try composing wonderful musical works, or day-long entertainment epics, but what would that do? Give people pleasure? My wiping this table gives me pleasure. And people come to a clean table, which gives...

Charitably… I think… sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

Maybe it’s wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love...

There is nothing new under the sun but that of the Son. Man’s rebellion against God has always been because he would rather fall in pride than rise in humility.

…but fear of death gives us strength.

He’d been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple – or dead.

The voice came from the night all around him, in his head and out of it.”What do you want?’ it repeated.He wondered if he dared to turn and look, realised he did not.’Well? You come...

It’s about everyone watching! Everyone who now seeshurling themselves into the chasm as a viable option. I mean, why not do it if everyonecalls you a hero afterward? Why not do it if everyone will...

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn’t the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and...

Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say. He’d survived six thousand years in Hell, but the past sixty without her were the most torturous of his existence.

I think about dying every day, because I can’t stop thinking about living.

I have always been afraid… Always been pretending to follow you closely, alwyas been pretending to sharpen my teeth, when the truth is, I am … scared to death just treading on your shadow.

Nobody is ready for death. If you ask Joe Blow on the street, he aint gonna tell you he thinks he’ll live forever. But when the end is near you’ll realize you’ve been believing that...

When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived...

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you’re useless to me.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass growsThe West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?Have you...

Division and differentiation are the processes by which things are created. Since things are emerging and dissolving all the time, you cannot specify the point when this division will stop.

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn’t lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.” The Book Thief

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

…then inn a conversational tone said, “I slapped my Aunt Martha. When my fiancé died. She told me God needed him in heaven, and I hauled off and slapped her, a sixty year old woman….People...

I believe that more people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.

I’ll be your Dostoevsky, if you’ll be my Tolstoy. Our life together will be so full of despair that death will be like a gulag full of joy.

Things don’t so much end as disappear. They don’t so much begin as turn up. You think there will be a time to say goodbye, but people have often gone before you know about it....

Hell?

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

Wit defies deathbut death defines wit

If we listen and observe carefully the dying can teach us important things that we need to learn in preparing for the end of our own life’s journey.

Does Ziploc make body bags? I’ll bet the corpses would stay fresher for longer if they did.

He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.

Tomorrow is promised to no man, though I’m under the impression I have an earthly meeting with God on the day after tomorrow. So that’s nice.

To look back upon the past year, and see how little we have striven and to what small purpose: and how often we have been cowardly and hung back, or temerarious and rushed unwisely in;...

Too many men have died in the name of old age. I know, because my grandmother was one of them.

A live broke man is ‘luckier’ than a dead rich man.

Is he dead? -Gosh I hope so, because I went to a lot of trouble to dig his grave.

They say time heals all wounds. I am still waiting…

My love has six sides, but it’s not a coffin. That’s just an optical illusion. Still, one day my love for you will be the death of me.

He is sorry-For everything-For Prentisstown-For Viola-For Ben-For every failure and every wrong-For letting his pa down-And he’s looking up at me-And he’s begging me-He’s begging me-Like I’m the only one who can forgive him-Like it’s...

He died a suspicious death. But only because he was a politician, and everything he did was suspicious.