Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.

She’ll die.’ ‘Aye. That’s a consequence of being alive.

The day you were born the angels whispered, “She is going to love him until the day she dies.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death’s patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

Next, PleaseAlways too eager for the future, wePick up bad habits of expectancy.Something is always approaching; every dayTill then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,Sparkling armada of promises draw near.How slow they are!...

To a materialist life is nothing but a complex self-sustaining pattern, easily disrupted and gone when destroyed.

To list all the great discoveries in the field of science and medicine during the past century, such as aspirin, insulin, penicillin, and the streptomycin drugs would require the undivided attention of a medical historian...

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Start wherever you are! Low hanging fruit really tastes as good as the high stuff.

I think it’s cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I’d feel honored.

I wonder if I’ll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we’re living or no life at all.

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

When you die, you want to die a beautiful death. But what makes for a beautiful death is not always clear. To die without suffering, to die without causing trouble to others, to die leaving...

I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.

Don’t feel sad. The only certain thing in life… is death itself. She’s free from her body and her soul is ready to take on another new life, so she can continue on until she...

Bu dağlarda bin kere ölmeden, bir kere dirilemezsin.

Death is not our end. We are a part of an infinitely long journey that was started when this Universe was created.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and...

Never, oh! never, nothing will die;The stream flows,The wind blows,The cloud fleets,The heart beats,Nothing will die.

Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain’t changed me at all.

He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.

We all reach a point that is the limit of our understanding. When we stare over the precipice of uncertainty and into the dark unknown that we cannot explain with hard evidence, that is when...

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may...

Mellas continued to look at the wallet, saying nothing. Hawke, who had been watching Mellas through the steam that rose from his pear-can coffee mug, handed Mellas the cup. Mellas gave a brief smile and...

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

There’s a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It’s a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life… the silk settles around you as...

He: What’s the matter with you?Me: Nothing.Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the...

Mama wasn’t dead…exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well...

They tell us that Suicide is the greatest piece of Cowardice… That Suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in this world to which every man has a more unassailable...

Son. Everyone dies alone. That’s what it is. It’s a door. It’s one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn’t mean you’ve got to be alone before you...

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Vivre est une maladie, dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les seize heures ; c’est un palliatif : la mort est le remède.

At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.

Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ th’ other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you...

A few cold words on yonder stone, A corpse as cold as they can be -­ Vain words, and mouldering dust, alone -­ Can this be all that’s left of thee? O, no! thy spirit...

What is it like when you lose someone you love?” Jane asked. “You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;Nay, if you read...

I’m not courting death; I’ve far too many books left to read.

We should try to live a life of a human once before we die, because there is a difference between having a life and living a life.

But, orderly to end where I begun:Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.So think thou wilt no second husband wed,But...

When I was a little girl,’ I said, sitting down, ‘the wallpaper in my room had pictures of Noah’s story.’ […]You know what’s weird though? It’s weird that the ark would be such a kids’...

The primary difference between sex and death is, with death there is no dress code

Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths—until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she...

Looking back, my greatest regret is not that I didn’t love them enough (to the brink of insanity and back again), but that I couldn’t save them from themselves.

I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.

How fortunate we were who still had hope I did not then realise; I could not know how soon the time would come when we should have no more hope, and yet be unable to...