My father was a Catholic, a coal miner in the Big Pit. My mother a Jew. A charwoman, when she could find the work. They didn’t fit in Wales. Nor in the U.K., either. They...

When you were in the hospital, dying, I called your mom. I didn’t tell her you were gravely ill, but we did have phone sex.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

I was with a friend of mine recently who was dying and while he was lying there with his family around his bed, I just knew that was it, that was the best you can...

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless...

Death is like giving birth. Birth can be painful. Sometimes women die from giving birth. However, when the baby is born, all that pain (that was endured) vanishes in an instant. Love for that tiny...

There are only two things worse then an empty canvas: death and taxes.

Somebody who is Christ’s must love Christ, and when he loves Christ he is delivered from the Devil, from hell and from death.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

Not everyone who died had left a “memory” and not everyone who had left a memory had left a “blessed” one. Therefore, not all have died should be tagged “…of a blessed memory

Why do we have to die to got to heaven? The earth is already in space.

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man’s brains out of his hair. That is my job.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that’s to be died.

Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

Only those few who are able to surpass their fear of death completely can fully experience the highest forms of life; not the mundane life of the mortal, but the godly life of the resurrected.

Unattached and aimless, these old men are always infatuated with little certainties and regularities such as those that ordered the life of Mr. Krupper as seen from outside. Habit is living. Anything unexpected reminds them...

People usualy use “move on” when their heart broke because of love. Most don’t understand when father, mother, sister or brother has died, you might have needed more strength to move on. It was like...

So many things are lost in the dark. A slight misstep and we lose our footing. A quick hand in a pocket and we lose our money. A coat hanger in a womb and we...

Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura. ,Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura....

War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a...

When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up...

Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

When you kill someone, something from that person passes to you – a sigh, a smell or a gesture. I call it “the curse of the victim.” It clings to your body and seeps into...

Run, Torak! The bear…is…possessed…

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or...

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun… so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind… and after a few haunting...

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity

Death is a debt to Nature dueWhich we have paid and so must you.

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

Takes birth in me,also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals,effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey,of controversy.I am a Potpourri.

He knows death to the bone –Man has created death.

Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died.

My mom died. Then my dad died. I’ll try to do better next time.

Death isn’t funny.” “Then why are there so many jokes about death? Jill, with us — us humans — death is so sad that we must laugh at it.

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if only for an instant—step back into her...

Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.

Zhuangzi’s wife died. When Huizu went to convey his condolences, he found Zhuangzi sitting with his legs sprawled out, pounding on a tub and singing. “You lived with her, she brought up your children and...

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did...

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.