How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy. The effects...

The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.

…and a third had died in his bunk of natural causes– for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one’s life

He had heard many of his customers talking about ‘repetitive strain injury’ over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this – especially with the industrial tooling...

The death of dogma is the birth of morality.

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

She simply didn’t have an interest in men anymore. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she just knew how easily they broke.

I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just...

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Death is only tragic if you have tragically wasted your life on meaninglessness.

If (or rather when) you move to death, you’ll learn its language through the educational process known as total immersion. (7)

And on it flows. I long to lie down quietly by the banks of a blue lake and die … and when I’m dead for my body to be consumed by birds and beasts, leaving...

My ashtray is full, the carton of cigarettes is empty, and I just cremated grandpa. But I never inhaled—or told him I loved him.

The world isn’t big enough for all of us.

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he...

It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she’d shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death,...

Love’s over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

I took the thin magazine from the pouch in front of me and began to thumb through it. I felt self-conscious, as if I shouldn’t be there. My mind began to wander, as I knew...

Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death.

He saw two stars collapse against one another and a nova form; it flared up and then, as he watched, it began to die out. He saw it turn from a furiously blazing ring into...

The illusion started to vanish & so does my consciousness and I closed my eyes . Every thing is just peace.

AubadeI work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a...

To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and...

Death is not the endDeath can never be the end.Death is the road.Life is the traveller.The Soul is the Guide…Our mind thinks of death.Our heart thinks of lifeOur soul thinks of Immortality

Leonard asks me if there’s anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what’s the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that’s an...

There are so many moments in our life which we cannot describe with mere words. There are not enough adjectives to justify the emotions behind such moments. Those moments are your life- they define who...

Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, “There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.

Is Dust immortal then, I ask’d him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is...

When I die I’m donating my body to science, because everybody loves a free buffet.

I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have...

I stepped on the bug to prove I love her, and show that I’d kill for her. Is there really any mystery as to why the guy she was talking to before me just disappeared...

When Sherri asks questions about who would find me if I killed myself and what their reaction would be, I think that whoever knew me would be sad. But then everybody would get over it....

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did...

Survival is running from death.Our whole life is running from death, but we all just meet it while we are running from it! what a failure is this try!

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we take has to be given back; a nine year old boy taught me that.

The Nevernever is dying, human. It grows smaller and smaller every decade. Too much progress, too much technology. Mortals are losing their faith in anything but science. Even the children of man are consumed by...

And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too...

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

The richest people in the world build networks and invest in people; everyone else looks for work and invests in survival.

Des années après que mon frère avait déserté ma chambre, après avoir mis en terre tous ceux qui m’étaient chers, j’offrai enfin à Simon la sépulture à laquelle il n’avait jamais eu droit. Il allait...

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...

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

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...

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.

[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...