To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

Fear is the death of love, love is the death of fear.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.

The young doe, Marena, said, “In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.

Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?

You’re going to die tomorrow. You’re going to die, because I am going to kill you Jimmy

Vivo sin vivir en mí… muero porque no muero. (I live without really being alive… I die because I am not dying.)

And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one...

You can kiss somebody else’s spouse and get away with it. You can kiss a member of the same sex with near impunity. You can give an incestuous kiss on the sly. You can tongue-kiss...

They say that if you really want to kill yourself, no one can stop you. There are too many ways to do it. You can jump off a bridge or a building. You can hang...

The only people who fear death are the ones who haven’t lived.

Why are my sons followed thus by darkness?’…’Because they were born in the house of flesh, therefore death follows at their heels.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

We are all the walking wounded in a world that is a war zone. Everything we love will be taken from us, everything, last of all life itself. Yet everywhere I look, I find great...

Quoting son, Noah Levine: Once you see what the heart really needs, it doesn’t matter if you’re going to live or die, the work is always the same. (25)

I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the kind that we experience in ourselves. Neither can I nor would I want to conceive of an...

…Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel’s hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.

It is the camp law: people going to their death must be deceived to the very end.

Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the...

Life and death are something everyone will experience. It is living that only few will have embraced

This is what I find so strange: we are not necessarily kind to animals. We use them, we eat them. But we don’t like them to suffer. Yet humans must. They have to wait for...

Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger… it all fades- except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we’ve fallen...

We are all created by desire and we all die because of desire.

The stony silence of death, trapped by the original gravity of our sins,and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn, a world where blood and bone no longer matter.

I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn’t really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I...

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

I don’t know who to write to anymore… They’ve changed their souls, that’s a way to be disloyal, to forget, to keep talking about something else.

The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won’t be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at...

You’re real though, at least that’s something,” Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly.

From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to...

The minutes felt as long as years and I couldn’t be in the sort of time that didn’t move, that instead stood still and all I could think of was being allowed to die, being...

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.

How great inexperience and innocence is. On the authority of their parents they go to a place where they could meet their death; for the Zirder in flood is very dangerous and, given the ignorance...

I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn’t expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since...

The tags’ chain stirs with the wind; and I sleepPaid, dead, and a soldier. Who fights for his own lifeLoses, loses: I have killed for my world, and am free.

A cult leader alone in his beliefs is just a crazy dude with a beard.

Like the end, the myth of the beginning overlaps the cycle of birth and death, unfolding like a Möbius strip in ceaseless continuum, which is the paradox that sits above and beyond intellectual explanation in...

For most people, art is only valuable if other people say it is; and artists are only worthwhile if they are either rich and famous, or dead.

Quit lying to yourself and accept your power and beauty. Liberate yourself from the slow-death you call life.

All through life there were distinctions – toilets for men, toilets for women; clothes for men, clothes for women – then, at the end, the graves are identical.

Angels often do now know whether they walk among the dead or living.

And when you die only your thoughts that have reached paper remain. Finally when someone stumbles upon those words, reads about your loves and your losses, you touch them emotionally and for a time they...

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

Life is too short not to look beyond it.

I didn’t want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.

And will ‘a not come again? And will ‘a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

So I do fear death in the sense that I find the prospect of dying pretty scary. But I no longer fear that I will one day be annihilated and cease to exist.

Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body–Jesus, how the body!–took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn...