We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.

Of all the things I’ve ever done, perhaps none was more difficult than turning away from my beautiful girl and walking away, leaving her there, never to look back. But my friend Tom, my ever-faithful...

The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?

That’s my town,’ Joaquin said. ‘What a fine town, but how the buena gente, the good people of that town, have suffered in this war.’ Then, his face grave, ‘There they shot my father. My...

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.

Gangsters live for the action. The closer to death, the nearer to the heated coil of the moment, the more alive they feel. Most would rather succumb to a barrage of bullets from a roomful...

Go forward or die.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

You are my finest knight

Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them.

Scarring smiles, hidden tears,You stand, heads bowed and revereThe soul before us, burnt and tornHer faded essence, we sadly mournAnd though she walked a path of liesHer spirit surely still shall riseAnd among her own,...

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn’t belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

It is appointed for man to die once, Live life to the fullness.

What makes the prospect of death distinctive in the modern age is the background of permanent technological and sociological revolution against which it is set, and which serves to strip us of any possible faith...

Relieve your pain.Shedding tears is good for the soul.

Four years after my father’s death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief...

A piece of me is gone,” she told me once while we were bra shopping. “I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of...

[…] death follows us around for a reason. It’s because death is our best adviser. There is nothing more powerful than a person who is prepared to live right now, in this instant, fully accepting...

I don’t know what to do, I want to die but you’re making me stay alive, I’m not sure if I should betray you and do it or move on and push through it.

Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival...

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.

Well I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Death is merely an illusion of the departed… Just because you cannot physically see the idea of God, doesn’t mean that he or she isn’t there. Just because you cannot physically see someone that isn’t...

Als ich sehe, wie Harus Haar verspielt im Wind tanzt und völlig zerzaust wird, und das, obwohl das Grau da draußen doch bleischwer in der Luft lastet, erkenne ich auf einmal, wie weit, weit weg...

May be able to die those who didn’t know how to live

Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. “We’re going to win,” he said, his voice calmer, less strained. “This is nothing. Keep going. They...

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander’s breath That love belongs to sin and death.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.

At her funeral, Diana’s brother observed, ‘Of all the ironies about Diana, perhaps the greatest was this— a girl given the name of the ancient goddess of hunting was, in the end, the most hunted...

seeing a woman cough today made me sense a vague fear of death

This wasn’t the first time that I’d come close to death, but it was the first time I’d been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you’ve loved.

when you’re younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourbones;when you’re oldit’s justa pair of shoeswithoutanybodyin themandjust aswell.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures...

Everyone dies. The don’t all have the chance to see what they wanted most. At least I’ve seen the Above. At least I’ve known True.

What is a man’s life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.

Caring is weakness, and weakness is death.

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.

All beings tremble before danger, all fear death. When a man considers this, he does not kill or cause to kill.

He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and...

Whatever you are, do not even assume that you will be surrounded and gnawed by luxurious worms of an exquisite breed.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers...

(On WWI:)A man of importance had been shot at a place I could not pronounce in Swahili or in English, and, because of this shooting, whole countries were at war. It seemed a laborious method...

It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.

A friend is someone who can brighten your day with a simple smile, when others try to do it with a thousand words.

I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.

Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. ‘What did they do to you?’Some of the Anchorites laugh. Hugo looks back at his long-ago lover. ‘They’-he looks about...

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world’s decay.

The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and...

live so larger that life never gets end chapter after death.