Death is Perfection’s reflection. One cannot be the other, but without one, the other suffers.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.”No.”It might be important.”It might make her die.

Funerals aren’t for the dead. They’re for the living.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re...

There are women whose love only ends with death.

The butcher died, and he requested to be cremated. But I don’t want to burn him, because I like my meat medium rare.

He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it...

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Lady Dance’s music wasn’t a magic charm. I’d misunderstood. We had all failed to understand. The song and dance didn’t stop us dying. It just stopped the fear of death swallowing us up while we...

The only picture of Tarrou he would always have would be the picture of a man who firmly gripped the steering-wheel of his car when driving, or else the picture of that stalwart body, now...

In all our lives, however, there are many days when we die a little, when we are wounded by loss or failure, or by fear, or by seeing the suffering of others for whom we...

In the presence of death reason and philosophy are silent

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

True Relations never break and relation which breaks were never true

Fife… simply walked off by himself, into the jungle to look at all the things which would continue to exist after he had ceased to. There were a lot of them. Fife looked at them...

I cannot live, if I am already dead.

Let me go: take back thy gift:Why should a man desire in any wayTo vary from the kindly race of men,Or pass beyond the goal of ordinanceWhere all should pause, as is most meet for...

I have no use for your body, for within its youth lies a rotten wench already deceased.

I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.

Llega un momento en el que nos damos cuenta que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros, que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo, tarde o temprano, la...

Why a slow death in a strange country if you can die on the threshold of your own house?Refugees don’t exist.Only blown away people exist,people blown by the windall over the world.

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.

You know, everything’s a sort of lie, and then you die.

ach! wüßtet ihr wie schwer es ist,wenn man gehängt ist und nicht sterben kann!!

I know my time will come soon enough, but I will not dwell on it. What is the purpose? We might as well dwell on the work of our teeth or on the mechanics of...

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.Oh Janos, Janos my brother!Surely we are not lost–while we live.

Death was easy. Life was complicated.

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but...

Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History...

Dad’s death didn’t hollow me out the way Helen’s had. After all, everyone had assumed Dad was a goner back when he got kicked in the head as a child. Instead, he had cheated death...

Imagine how your mom felt. Your dad was the love of her life.

Who was this girl alone so late at nightin search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those eyes belonged to the most beautiful maniac I’ve ever met. Our love...

You smile upon your friend to-day,To-day his ills are over;You hearken to the lover’s say,And happy is the lover.’Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never:I shall have lived a little...

Gone, but only until we get there

There are songs that make you cry, right?””Sure,” I say.”When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

There is an end to life.Live life while you still have the grace to breath.

And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss she had endured, and she wept for Emma and the Blackthorns, remembering how...

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not...

Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.

The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life – that Death would come and end everything,...

Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

Fear not of men because men must die. Mind over matter and soul before flesh.

when we were kidslaying around the lawnon ourbellieswe often talkedabouthowwe’d like todieandwe allagreed on thesamething;we’d alllike to diefucking(althoughnone of ushaddone anyfucking)and nowthatwe are hardlykidsany longerwe think moreabouthownot todieandalthoughwe’rereadymost ofuswouldprefer todo italoneunder thesheetsnowthatmost ofushave fuckedour livesaway.

Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.

it is so dark now with the sadness ofpeoplethey were tricked, they were taught to expect theultimate when nothing ispromisednow young girls weep alone in small roomsold men angrily swing their canes atvisions asladies comb...

A place where something so terrible had happened shouldn’t continue to exist in the world

Watch birth and death:The lotus has alreadyOpened its flower.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

Then Thalia Grace became their leader and started recruiting even more young women to their cause, which grated on Nico – as if Bianca’s death could be forgotten. As if she could be replaced.