I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

It was then I truly realised the whale is no more a fish than I am. So much blood. This was not like the fish on the quay, fresh caught, lying flipping and flopping, death...

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without...

[T]here is something to recommend a story that ends.

It was a lesson she was still learning. When she had first started nursing, she had taken every death personally, like she was losing her father all over again. Every patient lost under her care...

Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporary....

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.

Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

I want to live. I want to live life with all it’s emotions, all it’s experiences, I don’t want to miss anyhting. But I feel like I will.

He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!He’s stupid if he doesn’t know other people’s unhappiness is theirs,And isn’t cured from the outside,Because suffering isn’t like running out of ink,Or...

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?

There is something beautiful in every person that never dies, no matter their misfortunes.

…The typhoon of madness that swept through the country [of Rwanda] between April 7 and the third week of May accounted for 80 percent of the victims of the genocide.That means about eight hundred thousand...

And what does it mean — dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive.

Life on earth is a transition.Death is final rest of every man.What legacy do you wish to live?

If you Have ever Fainted, You Are a stranger in the land of the dead!

Only one wish I have, and that is to die a happy man.

This is life or death, basically. At least for me on the regular tour, there is always next week or the week after. Out here, there is no next week. It was tough.

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.

Kellyanne opened the car door and crawled into my bedroom. Her face was puffy and pale and fuzzed-over. She just came in and said: “Ashmol, Pobby and Dingan are maybe-dead.” That’s how she said it.

Comrade Norman Bethune, a member of the Communist Party of Canada, was around fifty when he was sent by the Communist Parties of Canada and the United States to China; he made light of travelling...

Jeanne’s sisters thought nothing of themselves…. Helen stayed up late in Brookline, baking. Lemon squares, and brownies, pecan bars, apple cake, sandy almond cookies. Alone in her kitchen, she wrapped these offerings in waxed paper...

You can truly value life, when you have looked Death in the eyes and held its hand.

When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.

That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’.People would much rather say, ‘Get in my...

My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning...

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You’re not supposed to walk away!

No reason to force it.”All things are subject to their own nature, Vin, Ruin said, seeming to flow around her. She could feel its touch on her—wet and delicate, like mist. You cannot blame me...

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

there’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadseems themost sensiblethinga person can doissitwith drink inhandas the wallswavetheir goodbyesmilesone comes throughit allwith a certain amount ofefficiency andbraverythenleavessome acceptthe possibility ofGodto help themgetthroughotherstake itstaight onand...

Was it possible to love a man who made you feel ridiculous? Of course […..], love was complicated, that was all. Or was love simple, and marriage was complicated? In seventeen years of marriage David...

In the end, the slow decay of the body didn’t matter. We all continue on, renewing ourselves, through our offspring. They are what matter. They are what survives.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn’t make much a difference at all.

He could almost taste the tang of that swampy air right here in his own desert parking lot and hear the calls of the heavily beating flock, sorrowing and apologizing and making plans for some...

Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honoured...

There was a saying in our family that no one ever died; people just dried up, were hung on a hook, and conducted their affairs from there.

I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder...

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

The simple view is that medicine exists to fight death and disease, and that is, of course, its most basic task. Death is the enemy. But the enemy has superior forces. Eventually, it wins. And,...

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

It was all death.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

Mortality rose.