Even in the grave, all is not lost.

The only satisfactory thing about death is that our knowledge about it is unsatisfactory.

The back door of every tomb opens on a hilltop.

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine,...

May you find the strength and resolve today, to allow a deeper sense of healing to begin.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

Death is but another stage of life. However long one suffers from illness or however severe the injury, death can happen only when Time signals the right moment.

What an odd creature you are, Bernard, with your constant fear of death! Do you never have a feeling, as I do, of utter futility? No? Doesn’t it occur to you that the sort of...

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies

Are you saying that he deserves to die?’ I asked, chilled. ‘We all deserve to die,’ he answered.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform...

I offer you your life, friend, and recommend you take it.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don’t enter anymore.

The human animal is a beast that dies and if he’s got money he buys and buys and buys and I think the reason he buys everything he can buy is that in the back...

Elle était morte avec cette joie tragique des cœurs jaloux qui entraînent l’être aimé dans leur mort, et qui disent : personne ne l’aura !

On the morning of November 22nd, a Friday, it became clear the gap between living and dying was closing. Realizing that Aldous [Huxley] might not survive the day, Laura [Huxley’s wife] sent a telegram to...

The coming years will prove increasingly cynical and cruel. People will definitely not slip into oblivion while hugging each other. The final stages in the life of humanity will be marked by the monstrous war...

A society coming apart at top and bottom, or passing over into another form, contains just as many possibilities for revelation as a society running along smoothly in its own rut. The individual is thrust...

Where is it I’ve read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he’d...

All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we’re afraid to teach them.

Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person’s life its true meaning.

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.

It was 911 calling me. If you can believe it. Them calling me.

We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others...

I’d fought alongside them in that battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. The angels weren’t supposed to feel emotion, but they were weeping....

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

There is no place so dark that light cannot lead the way.

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always...

Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

I move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all of them to tell me what’s left, to just tell me, while the...

There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

One is ejected into the world like a dirty little mummy; the roads are slippery with blood and no one knows why it should be so. Each one is traveling his own way and, though...

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

…the story of the young woman whose death I witnessed in a concentration camp. It is a simple story. There is little to tell and it may sound as if I had invented it; but...

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn’t. It continues and is ever-changing.

In life one of Midnight’s favourite movies had been It’s a Wonderful Life, a touching story where a man called George Bailey is shown how poor the world would have been if he’d never existed,...

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

You are as the yellow leaf.The messengers of death are at hand.You are to travel far away.What will you take with you?You are the lampTo lighten the way.Then hurry, hurry.When your light shinesWithout impurity or...

But she’s wrong about hell. You don’t have to wait until you’re dead to get there.

She wasted and grew so thin that she no longer was a little girl, but the shadow of a little girl. The flame of her life flickered so faintly that it appeared sufficient to blow...

Intruding upon a dimension rightfully ours, modern medicine robs us of the dignity of what people in the past regarded as most precious: that final moment of death.

When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a...

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

Morire biologicamente, è il perfezionarsi di uno stato in cui ci troviamo già ora.

Death and again death.”)