Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

Death follows stagnation

Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered;...

Hef ég drepið mann eða hef ég ekki drepið mann? Hver hefur drepið mann og hver hefur ekki drepið mann? Hvenær drepur maður mann og hvenær drepur maður ekki mann? Fari í helvíti sem ég...

Kill you all!” The clown was laughing and screaming. “Try to stop me and I’ll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can’t stop me!

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.A...

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit’s knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayAnd cold hopes swarmLike worms withinOur living clay

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

Everybody know death is inevitably coming, but it never fails to catch everybody by surprise everytime one is going

The only advantage of knowledge is that it can justify suffering.

For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

Though everyone may yearn for a tranquil death, the basic instinct to stay alive is a far more powerful force

He’d grown eager to hand off his things, as if the weight of his possessions kept him tethered to this earth, and by giving them away, he could snip those strings.

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he...

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

It’s lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I’m in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re gone.

Every living thing requires love to survive for without it, we die.

You see, I cannot share my space with them. Not only am I severely claustrophobic but I abhor the mass. In general, I do not like people very much. Those I cannot sand are the...

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in...

Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless...

Give me liberty or give me death.”[From a speech given at Saint John’s Church in Richmond, Virginia on March 23, 1775 to the Virginia House of Burgesses; as first published in print in 1817 in...

People get bitten. But I won’t.’ I found myself saying, ‘You will, you will. These snakes don’t know you find death inconceivable. They don’t know you’re young and strong and you think death applies to...

I’m gonna kill him,” Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-“And what?” (Michael)When did you get...

Time was the most precious thing in the world to me, and I’d just given her all of it. Because I was falling for her. Because I cared for her. Because I wanted to give...

Love burns. Whiskey burns. George Burns. What do all three have in common? They’re all dead to me.

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

If the whole world seems like it’s against you, it helps to know that you’ve still got home. A safe place. It just takes one person—a teacher, a friend, a parent. If I didn’t have...

Even though I buried our love in a coffin, it isn’t dead. No, our love is very much alive. Or at least it was yesterday, when I went to visit the cemetery.

Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

I hid Mrs. Frozenwater’s body in the ice cube trays in my freezer. Better to keep her there than let her memory thaw out and evaporate. Scotch on the rocks, anyone?

Possibility of enjoying life makes death feel terrible.

…it does not matter if we are forgotten; what matters is the effect we have on those around us and those who come after us. What matters is how our own lives affect the larger,...

Most people have a list of 100 books to read before they die, or 100 places to visit. Not me. I have a list of 100 birthdays to see. No need to write them down,...

I don’t mind, I’m not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable… still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something...

Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the woolly head of this black lizard, to keep him from scuttling on his belly farther over...

I’m willing to die for my beliefs, but over the course of a lifetime and not all at once right now.

Vanye: You’re asking me to kill you.Luthiel: I’m asking you to save her.

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

The other night my grandpa stopped breathing. I thought he was trying to set a world record for holding his breath, but after ten minutes of me cheering him on, he had to be boring...

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark

The story of a life can be as long or as short as the teller wishes. Whether the life is tragic or enlightened, the classic gravestone inscription marking simply the dates of birth and death...

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?