Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

One is ejected into the world like a dirty little mummy; the roads are slippery with blood and no one knows why it should be so. Each one is traveling his own way and, though...

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

…the story of the young woman whose death I witnessed in a concentration camp. It is a simple story. There is little to tell and it may sound as if I had invented it; but...

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn’t. It continues and is ever-changing.

And what this is, I realize, is life. I don’t want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I’ve been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am...

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

You are as the yellow leaf.The messengers of death are at hand.You are to travel far away.What will you take with you?You are the lampTo lighten the way.Then hurry, hurry.When your light shinesWithout impurity or...

The most ruthless of all humans are the ones cornered in by death.

She wasted and grew so thin that she no longer was a little girl, but the shadow of a little girl. The flame of her life flickered so faintly that it appeared sufficient to blow...

Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.

When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a...

Morire biologicamente, è il perfezionarsi di uno stato in cui ci troviamo già ora.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I’m feeling things at last. I’m feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound...

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on...

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take...

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across...

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor...

Amongst democratic nations men easily attain a certain equality of conditions: they can never attain the equality they desire. It perpetually retires from before them, yet without hiding itself from their sight, and in retiring...

For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her...

Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create History.

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take...

We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive.

I’ll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders.” Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They’re like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They’re organized religion on eight legs.

Jango danced; and the tune that he danced to was Death.

the death of a great man demands the birth of a great son

Embalm, v.: To cheat vegetation by locking up the gases upon which it feeds. By embalming their dead and thereby deranging the natural balance between animal and vegetable life, the Egyptians made their once fertile...

In fact living is dying.

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

Karsky: I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing?Hugo: No.Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death.Hugo: It is virtually certain that...

The end is everything.

We live and we die, but we are made of sterner stuff. The carbon atoms in our fingernails, the calcium in our bones, the iron atoms in our blood — all the countless trillions of...

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll...

> Why does everything that lives have to die?< So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar...

One dies the way he lives.

We know death; it’s life we don’t know.

After I leave the earth my work is anyway going to belong to the world for centuries but till that time I want to work freely.

Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.

Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless...

no one is as they seem, and most of life, apart from honest betrayal, is lies and deceit. And the day we discover we are no different is the day we no longer want to...

One Must Always Remember That Birth, Old Age, Disease And Death Comes At Any Moment In Regardless Of Whom We Are Or What We Have In Forms Of Material Possession.

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

Death changes us, the living. In the presence of death, we become more aware of life…. It can inspire us to decide what really matters in life–and then to seek it. (Founder of M.A.D.D.)

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Cancer doesn’t give a shit how much you want to live. If it wants to kill you, it will.