Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest?’Tis that every mother’s sonTravails with a skeleton.Lie down in the bed of dust;Bear the fruit that bear you must;Bring the eternal seed to light,And morn...

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney’s Funeral Home in Motley. They’ll be planting her tomorrow.

Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn’t die

We had sold our death to somebody at the door for the sum of £70:18:6d and lent our fear to somebody at the door as well on interest of £3:10:0d per month, so we did...

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however….” She smiles. “You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.”I try...

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in...

If you are still alive when you read this,close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

I realized that love is stronger than death and that people you barely know can amaze you.

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love; cleaving the heart they held with their passing.

BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP,...

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

That bodies should be lent us, while they can afford us pleasure, assist us in acquiring knowledge, or doing good to our fellow creatures, is a kind and benevolent act of God – when they...

Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore,...

He saw either death or the approach of it everywhere. But his undertaking now occupied him all the more. He had to live his life to the end, until death came. Darkness covered everything for...

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a...

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, ‘He was a man who didn’t believe in violence, He’s a good man… and dead.

What did she care what became of this world when her loved ones were dead and gone?

Because children grow up, we think a child’s purpose is to grow up. But a child’s purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn’t disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole...

When I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain.

Death is inevitable passion is eternal

The death of a parent, he wrote, ‘despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we...

In Collegium it had been the fashion, while he had been resident there, to paint death as a grey-skinned, balding Beetle man in plain robes, perhaps with a doctor’s bag but more often an artificer’s...

Yes, it’s a well-known fact about you: you’re like death, you take everything.

É preferível morrer por amor que viver sem ele.

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

That’s peace – real peace. To come to the end – not to have to go on… Yes, peace.

Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is...

Death is never an excuse to stop living.

Isn’t life,’ she stammered, ‘isn’t life–‘ But what life was she couldn’t explain. No matter. He quite understood.’Isn’t it, darling?’ said Laurie.

After my mom died she ate my father up completely. She would have hated it. Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she...

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

Well, then he would be at war with the government, and death was an unfortunate side effect of any revolution. Change always had a price tag. But once he took over, the people would realize...

DON’T DIE FOR ANYONE!!! You should rather live to love someone than die to prove it.

When his brain died, all of the memoriesheld in his gray matter, along with all of the knowledge he had acquired, would simply evaporatein a flood of chemical reactions.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression ‘killing time.’ It’s a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment,...

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

I can’t hope to convey the full effect of the embraces and avowals, but I can perhaps offer a crumb of counsel. If there is anybody known to you who might benefit from a letter...

The main thing is to stand up to the light, to joy (like our child) in the knowledge that I shall be extinguished in the light over gorse, asphalt, and sea, to stand up to...

Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, history nonexistent....

Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I’m at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.

The body is transmuted into other forms, worms batten on it, it helps to feed the grass, and some animal consumes the grass. But as for the survival of the individual spirit of a man,...

I’ll fall.”You wont fall.”I’ll fall. I’ll fall and I’ll die.’As I said it, I could see it happening. The foot stepping on air, pulling the rest of my body with it, tree limbs breaking as...

If poetry could truly tell it backwards, then it would.

She was lost now, she’d been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova’s warped tree.

He cries. ‘Please! I don’t want to die.’I lean over. My hair smothers him.’Then you should never have been born,’ I say.

The love of fear and death is the beginning of wisdom.

What I must do is die now. I must accept the justice of death and the injustice of life. I have lived a good life – longer than many, better than most. Tony died when...