Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

If last night proved anything, it’s that life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short – and fragile – shot glass.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

I live for my death. While it is important how you perceive me now, It is more imperative how generations to come would perceive me

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about it.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown…it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe… and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good...

I’m not scared of death, I just don’t want to seek it out.

Death gives advance notice of his arrival to take you notice in the form of grey hair, falling teeth, failing vision, folding of the skin etc.

I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?

From across the woods, as if by common accord, birds left their trees and darted upward. I joined them, flew amount them, they did not recognize me as something apart from them, and I was...

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Live for what you love, and die for what you’re unwilling to live without…

Molecules dissolve and pass away, but consciousness survives the death of the matter on which it rides.

I don’t want to die in darkness any thicker than this. I want to bring some kind of resolution in my life.

Watching someone you love die is like driving through a fog. You know you’re headed somewhere but you can’t see your hand in front of your face; you’re so focused on steering without crashing that...

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother’s face!

The natural consequence of being connected to the depth, what I call the soul, or your essence, is the attribute of joy.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of...

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and–what will perhaps make you wonder more–it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

Nearly everyone who is asked where they want to spend their final days says at home, surrounded by people they love and who love them. That’s the consistent finding of surveys and, in my experience...

Well, suppose we remain upon earth, after all? Suppose we bravely accept the death of our dreams at the same time as the death of our bodies? This beyond is decidedly uncertain, quite vague and...

In my kind of falling, there’s no landing. There’s only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you’re falling, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Because you...

You may say that I am just another outdated old man complaining about progress and the changes of time. But, you see, I have well considered that possibility myself, and am prepared o submit to...

Dr. Urbino caught the parrot around the neck with a triumphant sigh: ça y est. But he released him immediately because the ladder slipped from under his feet and for an instant he was suspended...

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents’ bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by...

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cosily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to...

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.

Power is only an aphrodisiac for the living dead

The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors, and shut out all history and activity untouched with beauty and...

Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

The trigger gave; I felt the smooth underside of the butt; and there, in that noise, sharp and deafening at the same time, is where it all started. I shook off the sweat and the...

Grandfather : Death is nothing to be afraid of.Renee : It’s not death I’m afraid of.Grandfather: What is it, then?Renee : LIFE

Late-Flowering LustMy head is bald, my breath is bad,Unshaven is my chin,I have not now the joys I hadWhen I was young in sin.I run my fingers down your dressWith brandy-certain aimAnd you respond to...

You will take his life but you can’t take his memory out of us.

Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young – and spares me. The Pestilence that wastes, the Arrow that strikes, the Sea that drowns, the...

All death matters.””Only to the living.

The only enemy which stands between the talent you posses and success you achieve is known as “EGO” in our Society

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness.

Time change – Moments don’t.

Aquela putain, Emma Bovary, tem a vida eterna e eu morro como um cão.

I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.