Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,But young men think it is, and we were young.

‘Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o’er the...

To my mind the defining characteristic of our era is spin, everything tailored to vanishing point by market research, brands and bands manufactured to precise specifications; we are so used to things transmuting into whatever...

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

Being an atheist means you have to realise that when you die, that really is it. You’ve got to make the most of what you’ve got here and spread as much influence as you can....

His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost...

How do you measure the life of one person against the greater good? Can it ever be the right thing to sacrifice an innocent person? And how do you know what the greater good really...

Do you?

{The final resolutions at Robert Ingersoll’s funeral, quoted here}Whereas, in the order of nature — that nature which moves with unerring certainty in obedience to fixed laws — Robert G. Ingersoll has gone to that...

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its...

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth’s noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

The great Nurse, Death, takes each of us by the hand and says “its time to go home, its your bedtime, child of the earth.”

Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could...

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

So something that never should have happened did, all because of my thoughts and actions. A clear-cut cause-and-effect relationship. I was the one who caused it, and I should probably get the death penalty. Or...

And what this is, I realize, is life. I don’t want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I’ve been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am...

I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me,” Will said, his bloody hand on the hilt of the dagger. ” And you are still with me. When I breath, I will think...

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

The most ruthless of all humans are the ones cornered in by death.

Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can...

Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.

The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal...

But, perhaps, I should have known then, I should have known that night, standing in the kitchen, that foul meat in the air- looking back on it now, I see that it was the end...

Ever peaceful be you slumberThough your days were few in numberOn this earth-spite took its toll-Yet shall heaven have your soulWith pure love we did regard youFor your loved one did we guard youBut you...

Come to me said the world. I was standingin my wool coat at a kind of bright portal—I can finally saylong ago; it gives me considerable pleasure. Beautythe healer, the teacher—death cannot harm memore than...

A study led by the Harvard researcher Nicholas Christakis asked the doctors of almost five hundred terminally ill patients to estimate how long they thought their patient would survive, and then followed the patients. Sixty-three...

If you heard your lover scream in the next roomand you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood.You wouldn’t rush to the pinkie and say, ‘Darling, are...

I want to stay,” and then, more weakly, “Need some more sun.”A fly from a batch of seaweed lands on a white, bony thigh. She doesn’t slap at it. It doesn’t go away.”But there’s no...

Death has a life which kills everybody’s life

The dead tread softly… And those stalking the living tread even more lightly.

Sometimes the only answer to death is lunch.

If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which...

Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.

It’s like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.

Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry–I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die.

Las estadísticas lo demuestran: más gente muere en la cama que en la trinchera.

When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance!

Death is not the beginning of an endless deep, dark, silent night but the beginning of a bright, joyful, eternal light.

Let an illness, a duel, a runaway horse make us see death face to face, and how richly we should have enjoyed the life of pleasure, the travels in unknown lands, which are about to...

The dead are not always so dumb as you think, it takes much more to die than you would believe.

DO you think it hurts to die?” Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

It was awful to be Negro and have no control over my life. It was brutal to be young and already trained to sit quietly and listen to charges brought against my color with no...

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn’t survive.

You have not got birth here neither you will get death….only thing you will get here is experience.