It was ironic, really – you want to die because you can’t be bothered to go on living – but then you’re expected to get all energetic and move furniture and stand on chairs and...

If Under fell, if Over leaped,If death was life and Death life reaped,Something rises from the gloom,To make the Underland a tombHear it scratching down below,Rat of long forgotten snow,Evil cloaked in coat of White,Will...

Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it’s inconvenient for you.

It can’t be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong!

He’d been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we’s tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling...

It’s about everyone watching! Everyone who now seeshurling themselves into the chasm as a viable option. I mean, why not do it if everyonecalls you a hero afterward? Why not do it if everyone will...

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I’m not trying to hide it, but it’s something you’re not to worry about.

Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it’s the same amount...

Seperti manusia, kelak berakhir sendiri dalam maut yang sangat pribadi. Kesendirian tak pernah menakutkanmu, kau lebih takut pada ketiadaan kata berpisah.

I have always been afraid… Always been pretending to follow you closely, alwyas been pretending to sharpen my teeth, when the truth is, I am … scared to death just treading on your shadow.

He told himself a story. Not at first. At first, there wasn’t time for thoughts that came in the shape of words. His head was blessedly empty of stories then. War was coming. It was...

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

I do not understand how you know you only have one life if you have never died, because if you have never died, then you cannot possibly know if you would go on living a...

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to...

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another. I do not feel...

The death of a dreamer does not always bring about the death of his dreams.

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

Ulang tahun itu artinya cuma jadi lebih tua. Sekarang giliran gue menua, nanti-nanti pasti semua kena giliran. Jadi mari bersenang-senang selagi mampu dan sebelum mati!

I assume you are the sort of person who would go backstage after the opera in hopes of hearing the prima donna crying on the telephone, or walking in on the baritone fellating the basso...

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!

We have to accept that there are certain things in our life that are inescapable. These are the things that come natural to us and are necessary to our existence.

Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in...

If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice...

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass …

Picnic, LightningIt is possible to be struck by a meteoror a single-engine planewhile reading in a chair at home.Safes drop from rooftopsand flatten the odd pedestrianmostly within the panels of the comics,but still, we know...

I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.

After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die.

I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over rocks down below, cicadas rattling a chorus off in the distance....

We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living.

Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into...

Live free or die.

Myths of the heroes speak most eloquently of man’s quest to choose life over death.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Nothing in life was as ugly as death.

We have nothing that is really our own; we hold everything as a loan.

At Night on the High SeasAt night, when the sea cradles meAnd the pale star gleamLies down on its broad waves,Then I free myself whollyFrom all activity and all the loveAnd stand silent and breathe...

For the criminal who is weak and poor the narrow cell of death awaits; but honor and glory await the rich who conceal their crimes behind their gold and silver and inherited glory.

It’s not unreal to me yet, though it might get that way soon. It still feels very real. And not even horrible — the dead are just the dead. I am convinced that the living...

My funeral,” the Blue Man said. “Look at the mourners. Some did not even know me well, yet they came. Why? Did you ever wonder? Why people gather when others die? Why people feel they...

Draco, do it, or stand aside so one of us -” screeched the woman, but at that precise moment the door to the ramparts burst open once more and there stood Snape, his wand clutched...

No one here gets out alive.

Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don’t make the mistake of thinking that the… cosmos… gives a damn one way or the other about...

He’s waiting for yu, young queen.’Shocked, I stared at Seoras. ‘Heath?’The Warrior’s look was wise and understanding – his voice gentle. ‘Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is...