… he wasn’t crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

Death doesn’t have to be the end of it. Our love for her is stronger than the grave.

Instead of making trash cans cylinder shaped, they should make the mold look more like a person, to help with that ever baffling question: Now that I’ve killed him, what do I do with the...

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

There is no life after death, so offer kindness to all, not in the next life but now.

It was almost a mystical experience. I do not know how else to put it. My mind outran time as he neared, and it was as though I had an eternity to ponder the approach...

A good death is a death in solidarity with others. To prepare ourselves for a good death, we must develop or deepen this sense of solidarity.

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

To stop sinning suddenly.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

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...

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…

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Only fools insist upon life at any cost…. Others would say that life may be laid down when it becomes too heavy. Where does it go, after all, but into the keeping of the Powers...

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.

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

The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.

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...

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.

Who hasn’t wanted to die at one time or another?

Aequat omnes cinis

It’s a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.

We born on date we ll die on date but not the same date or same day never.

The way he said it spoke of an ache I recognized. I knew that no matter how similar they were, no two losses were the same, but despite his loss being from a different circumstance,...

The monster nevers dies.

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written.

It must have been fifty seconds before Doc died.Long time.

… he was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness.”Damn it,” he sighed. “How will...

Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without...

A child’s reaction to this type of calamity is twofold and extreme. Not knowing how deeply, powerfully, life drops anchor into its vast sources of recuperation, he is bound to envisage, at once, the very...