I’ll remember you, he thinks, and as the gun carriage, with its coffin and its dented helmet pass him by, he closes his eyes.Nothing will bring them back. Not the words of comfortable men. Not...

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don’t live as long as people do.

Death Ship”)

Even death itself is made wretched by terror and fear.

The dead are silent because they live, just as we chatter so loudly to try to make ourselves forget that we are dying. Their silence is really their call to me, the assurance of their...

People twenty-five and up just sat around waiting to die. That was what I’d thought.So while I was waiting to die, I looked at bras. The last thing on my mind was comfort. It seemed...

Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes, The Parian Statue, bending o’er the Urn, The dark robe floating, the dejection worn On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes; Not all this...

When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you’ve done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime’s independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke...

You leave behind your fine poems.You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into the Light, O Quechomitl, you leave behind the flowers and the singing...

[Jürgen Habermas’ obituary to friend and philosopher, Richard Rorty]One small autobiographical piece by Rorty bears the title ‘Wild Orchids and Trotsky.’ In it, Rorty describes how as a youth he ambled around the blooming hillside...

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

It is a terrible thing to witness death by violence, a thousand times worse to hold a man’s life in your own hands and to willingly, consciously take it from him. Acknowledged or not, something...

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

The reason America is in its death-throes is because America has lost moral authority.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive – perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

Spiritual practice is allowing the temple (your body) to be full of light and to live life as a total celebration.

What’s the use in prolonging life if you don’t do anything with it?

We understood it was possible to know things one was not supposed to know…” Lone Walk From Panther Creek.

When you judge other people without wanting to know the true story behind their actions, is usually when there is something inside of you that is so broken that if you found out what you...

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It’s a line from Horace. ‘We are dust and shadows’. Appropriate, don’t you think?” Will said. “It’s not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they...

Only a poet can translate for the dead.

Dance with me, Death, I am ready.

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.Someday,...

You know, darkness is a funny thing. Little by little, it creeps up on you and before you know it, you can’t escape it

The taste one gets of death in dreams I find more penetrating and atmospheric than the ordinary fear one might suffer while awake.

Why was he laughing? Did he know that he would survive? No. That’s impossible. He realized that he would end his life here. He admitted the truth that he would die and laughed. Have you...

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of...

Thus the vocation of the baptized person is a simple thing: it is to live from day to day, whatever the day brings, in this extraordinary unity, in this reconciliation with all people and all...

My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it...

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas

Death: ‘There are better things in the world than alcohol, Albert. Albert: ‘Oh, yes, sir. But alcohol sort of compensates for not getting them.’

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it’s enthralling, somehow, like a goodback rub

If it’s natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?

How do you get all those coins?” asked Mort.IN PAIRS.

there’s no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we would never...

you can pass a football,you can gas,but you yourself cannot just pass~cam after lilly’s mother informs her that lilly has passed

While we watched without comprehension, she moved away to where none of us wanted to follow. Ruth May shrank back through the narrow passage between this brief fabric of light and all the rest of...

Et in Arcadia Ego

They say even death can’t cure an idiot.-Ririn

The autumn leaf falls faster than the trees grow faster. (La feuille d’automne descend plus vite – Que les arbres ne grandissent plus vite.)

I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language…everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights...

You can’t escape an assasin,” He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. “Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail – those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But this kind of...

Casy said solemnly, “This here ol’ man jus’ lived a life an’ just died out of it. I don’t know whether he was good or bad, but that don’t matter much. He was alive, an’...

The secrets of evolution are death and time—the deaths of enormous numbers of lifeforms that were imperfectly adapted to the environment; and time for a long succession of small mutations.

Everyone knows that part of the spirit descends to the afterworld, while part of it remains with the family, but we have a special belief about the spirit of a young woman who has died...

And that was the point of children, thought Caroline Meddey: to bind us to the earth and to the present, to distract us from death.