To lose someone after you’ve loved them was tougher than losing them when you’ve never even met them.

Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign...

Death? Why all this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition to life, not an evil.

The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn’t eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

Death doesn’t care about personalities – he’s more interested in meeting quotas.

I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it...

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn’t really much else to do. Make something, and die.

Six monthsIt been six months since you passed How long must these feelings of loss last ?It’s been six months since you died,on the surface it appears I never really cried. I hide away my...

I’m going to get ‘I’M NOT FUCKING DEAD’ tattooed on my chest.””That will become inaccurate at some point, ” Omar pointed out.

Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

Reality means you live until you die…the real truth is nobody wants reality.

As a kid I heard the word malignancy as “Malig-Nancy” like an evil woman’s name, no matter how many times Kiwi and the Chief and Dr. Gautman himself corrected me. Our mother had mistaken her...

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it...

By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I – unused to your ways though I am – would...

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. “But it’s not your job to understand.” That’s me who answers. God never says anything. Tou think you’re the only one he never answers?

Your love story, I don’t want to give away the ending, but both you and your lover die.

When I picked him up originally, the boy’s spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against Fate.Death lays his icy hand on kings…

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman’s gift; death is God’s.

…perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my...

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

Supermarkets this large and clean and modern are a revelation to me. I spent my life in small steamy delicatessens with slanted display cabinets full of trays that hold soft wet lumpy matter in pale...

It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a...

I know exactly what you mean.

Watching someone you love… die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It’s like waking up from a bad dream only to find out that it’s you reality, it’s like watching...

Why does death have to stop #love? It doesn’t stop people from voting in Chicago.

I was tired of being me.

If somebody offered me Cyanide, my only question would be, Is it organic? Because organic is always the healthier option.

To hear how great your friends think you are: fake your death, or, get married.

Life is not just black and white, there are a million shades in between.

To escape death, she’d become death.

The wisest thing my grandpa ever said to me before he died was “Stop!” Thinking back, I don’t know if he was talking to me or the car that ran him over. I prefer to...

There’s not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

If death is the end of life, what is birth the end of?

love is undying,of that I feel certain.I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to give this very day…A love beyond Death-a...

What is life without death? That’s like asking what is peanut butter without jelly? Or a baseball game on TV and changing the channel? Or government without taxes? Actually, I like those last two.

Toute fin de vie quelconque s’apparente plus ou moins au rangement; on n’a plus envie de se lancer dans un projet neuf, on se contente d’expédier les affaires courantes. Toute chose que l’on n’a jamais...

On his deathbed, my grandpa told me three things to remember for after he died. First he said, “You can’t own a cat. Ever.” Second he told me, “Friendly boys make friendly friends.” Finally he...

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

They were mostly French, a few Arabs, and despite their uniforms they didn’t look very important any more. Later I learned that if you watch men die, especially if you’ve known them at all, they...

I once had a complete life – in love, in envy, in pains. Now, I was living a death. A peaceful, gorgeous, liberating death.

If you don’t know yourself, you may easily blow away opportunities meant for your success! Know who you are made of and save your dreams from premature death!

As he lay expiring in the agony of death, the standers-by could hear him say softly ‘I have seen the glories of the world.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

The LakeIn spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the less-So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the...

He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we...

It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to...