I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Cast a cold eyeOn life, on deathHorseman, pass by!

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that...

Dead man shouldn’t have no fears. Makes his passing easier.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal. My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and...

I never saw Death before, and now I seeThat it is warring eyes in a woman’s form.

Who said, ‘All Time’s delightHath she for narrow bed;Life’s troubled bubble broken’? —That’s what I said.

I guess sometimes the truth just isn’t worth believing… Personally, I’ve always felt that life’s too short for truth. I’m just here to be entertained.

Sleep is where we touch what is better left unexamined. There, the whole of life is bundled up, dwindled. There the carefully hoarded and enjoyed personality, our only treasure and at the same time our...

You haven’t lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.

Susannah continued. “If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to...

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.

Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes...

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar’s fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination.

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God’s Word.

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

Between the desireAnd the spasm,Between the potencyAnd the existence,Between the essenceAnd the descent,Falls the Shadow.

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the...

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

I seem to walk on a transparent surface and see beneath me all the bones and wrecks and tentacles that will eventually claim me: in other words, old age, incapacity, loneliness, death of others &...

He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was...

Look, look,’ cried the count, seizing the young man’s hands – “look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the...

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

All good things pass away.

To die famous is the goal of the immortal. To die young is the goal of the healthy. To die memorably is the goal of the survivor.

Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother’s things.From the earth, I took her poppies.I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on,loving the wild and Moorish music of them,coating her tongue with...

A maggot is just another life form.

Find answers in your weakness and surprise in your strength and always remember the golden rule every failure has HOPES

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to...

There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain that only time and tears can expel.

You must teach the child of the signs that come to the women of our family when there is trouble and death to be.

and I told myself — as I’ve told myself before — that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I...

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

Life was a bloody battlefield until I conquered the enemy and won the war. Now, life is a journey, and I am a warrior. Prepared for anything and weakened by nothing. There are hills and...

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

A fool without fear is sometimes wiser than an angel with fear.

You haven’t lost Iraki, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.’He’ll find his way inside you, and you’ll carry...

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your...

Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

Considérez dans son martyre spirituel cet être qui gît les yeux clos, disloqué comme la victime d’un accident brutal qui ne nécessite plus ni attention ni secours. Dénombrez les coups de couteau de la hideuse...

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,And Spring came the day after tomorrow,I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow.If that’s its time, when else should it come?I like it...

I think people believe in heaven because they don’t like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don’t like the idea that other people will move into their house...