Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn’t exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.

Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time....

Fighting makes us feel alive, until it kills us. If it doesn’t kill us, the pain of sitting alone with ourselves, quietly, under constant assault by our own thoughts and memories of war can easily...

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.

You think it’s so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain’t.

The fear of being ridiculed is gruesome than death.

BASIC LIFE ATTRIBUTESFour purusharthas or goals of the life be,So very crystal clear in life undisputedly;1Artha getting useful wealth and prosperity,Finding the meaning for living herein truly;2Kama fulfilling desires, acting repeatedly,It the physical, material desire...

Although I am unconvinced that I desire life, I am not yet ready to embrace death.

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more…

If I convert it’s because it’s better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

A person who reads lives more than one life, but that means that they die more than once as well.

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys....

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark’s underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror...

Amé a mi mujer… le fui fiel hasta su muerte y le seré fiel hasta la mia.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

At the time, I remained relatively calm before that spectacle of horrors, which is perhaps the most telling indication of just how desensitized I had become. The more I witnessed such atrocities and rubbed shoulders...

Strangest problems of life seem clearing; but clouds sweep between–Is my journey’s end coming?

When I was maybe five or six years old, a woman down the street…got flattened by a train. When I got older I realized it probably wasn’t an accident. It was a late train and...

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments....

He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn’t no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

We do our job and go. See? That is what Death is for. We work out all our little brains and all our little emotions, and then this lot begins afresh. Fresh and fresh! Perfectly...

Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but...

God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so...

Satan will not ask you to carry a chair and sit with him, instead he will snatch the chair from your hands and dismantle your body with it.

To combat death you don’t need much of a life, just one that isn’t yet finished.

Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full...

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.

Consider too, how deep the abyss between life and death; across this, my power can build a bridge, but it can never fill up the frightful chasm.

I just took [my cancer diagnosis] as bad luck, basically. It did strike me almost immediately, my atheist sort of thing kicked in and I thought “ha, if I was a God-botherer, I’d be thinking,...

America was, to them, the place that good people went to when they died. They were prepared to believe just about anything could happen in America.

Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.

It’s what’s known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That’s no myth.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood...

No one escapes from life alive.

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

I doubt love can do little else, if it cannot bring back people back from the dead.

Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness and death.

Life versus death becomes, as Montaigne pointed out, old age versus death.

Unattached and aimless, these old men are always infatuated with little certainties and regularities such as those that ordered the life of Mr. Krupper as seen from outside. Habit is living. Anything unexpected reminds them...

He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire...