…the enduring human need to be remembered.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.” _Mark Twain (Author)

I cannot live to hear the news from England.But I do prophesy th’ election lightsOn Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.So tell him, with th’ occurents, more and less,Which have solicited – the rest is...

I was terrified of death by the time I was three or four, actively if not lucidly. I had frequent nightmares about snakes and scary neighbors. By the age of four or five, I was...

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying.

We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what I had to do, but I was a gibbering idiot. It never went away. I never again felt the...

I used to be terrified of death. My grandfather was terminal in the hospital across from my high school, yet I never visited him. That fact still haunts me to this day. Years later, my...

Don’t interfere!” The Doctor silenced her angrily. “I cannot will my own destruction.

Mas um homem não deixa de ser homem, quando morre?Não deixa de ser homem quando morre, não senhor; lembras-te do nosso avô?, o nosso avô era um cão velho entre flores, e morreu assim, como...

Death always wins

We are only chance visitants to this jungle of blind mutations. The natural world existed when we did not, and it will continue to exist long after we are gone. The supernatural crept into life...

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

Love? Nikolas?

I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place whereeverything I’ve ever known is coming apart. I...

the sensation of trying to escape… but never being able to… i’m sure i felt that… that’s… death

Everything we do really is just a little marker on the long road to death. And sometimes that’s overwhelmingly depressing to me, and sometimes it makes me feel kinship and forgiveness. We’ve all got the...

He took his hands off the oars and pulled in the mooring rope. If I make a couple of loops, he thought, I can strap the axe on to my back.He had a mental picture...

We’re all dead the moment we’re born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.

It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for...

Hester, meanwhile, says we should live all of life back to front. We should be born old and age younger. Our baptism should be a ritual of our funeral. We should die as infants, content...

When we lose our innocence – when we start feeling the weight of the atmosphere and learn that there’s death in the pot – we take leave of our sense.

I don’t want to die.” 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...

Visible objects therefore do not perish utterly, since nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.

The friend I can trust is the one who will let me have my death.The rest are actors who want me to stay and further the plot.

Pentru mine, moartea este doar hotarul unde inceteaza sa mai existe “maine”. Numai pana acolo poti sa iubesti, sa visezi, sa regreti. Brusc, tot ce n-ai facut va ramane pentru totdeauna nefacut.

It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired...

Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased. I heard what you said just now to my friend Hastings. ‘A nice bright girl with no men friends.’ You said that...

Everyone’s dying, Milcah. Some people are just dying sooner than others.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

I lost something after Hailey died. I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s the device that stops ypu from telling the truth when people ask you how you’re doing, that vital valve that...

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is...

Faith is the only belief which remains alive between heaven and hell.

Sin may have the power to kill and destroy, but God is the Creator of life. He can create it from nothing, and He can restore it from death.(John 11:25-26)

There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing...

Fear says that what God has called me to is blatantly impossible. Selfishness says that the cost is unacceptably prohibitive. My humanity harbors other lesser agendas that seduce me to my own death. And I...

Because beauty consits of it’s own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.

Death is only a byproduct of terrorism.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy’s dying wish?

Death is the saddest part of life.

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny’s sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.

But I couldn’t absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred.

You can die from kitsch. And we’re close to it.

trust your heart, if the seas catch fire, and live by love though the stars walk backward.

The Kalambo River and Waterfall exemplify life and afterlife: From birth at its source, the river twists and turns to overcome hurdles on its way to enhance the life of others before falling off the...

My body kills me, so I kill it.

I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound...

I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is truly another word for opportunity.