Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I’m feeling things at last. I’m feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound...

Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on...

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take...

I live for my death. While it is important how you perceive me now, It is more imperative how generations to come would perceive me

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across...

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor...

Amongst democratic nations men easily attain a certain equality of conditions: they can never attain the equality they desire. It perpetually retires from before them, yet without hiding itself from their sight, and in retiring...

I’m not scared of death, I just don’t want to seek it out.

For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her...

Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create History.

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take...

We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive.

The rest, is silence.

I’ll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders.” Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They’re like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They’re organized religion on eight legs.

Jango danced; and the tune that he danced to was Death.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

the death of a great man demands the birth of a great son

Embalm, v.: To cheat vegetation by locking up the gases upon which it feeds. By embalming their dead and thereby deranging the natural balance between animal and vegetable life, the Egyptians made their once fertile...

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then...

In fact living is dying.

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

The fame of his likes circulates briskly but soon grows heavy and stale; and as for history it will limit his life story to the dash between two dates.

How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

Karsky: I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing?Hugo: No.Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death.Hugo: It is virtually certain that...

The end is everything.

Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor and as Zhirem’s cup was sure,...

We live and we die, but we are made of sterner stuff. The carbon atoms in our fingernails, the calcium in our bones, the iron atoms in our blood — all the countless trillions of...

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

Missing what most of the time? The babbling faceless agora, the fame, the parties, the pop of flash bulbs? The lovers, the gaiety, the champagne? The solitude carved out of celebrity, poring over charts by...

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll...

> Why does everything that lives have to die?< So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.

Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar...

One dies the way he lives.

That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said. Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’ Yes, thought Vimes,...

We know death; it’s life we don’t know.

After I leave the earth my work is anyway going to belong to the world for centuries but till that time I want to work freely.

Back then, living hadn’t had any meaning. Every so often, without any warning or any real reason, he’d even caught himself thinking, ‘Maybe I’ll try dying.’ He’d had one foot in the world of the...

Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.

Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless...

I don’t want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.

no one is as they seem, and most of life, apart from honest betrayal, is lies and deceit. And the day we discover we are no different is the day we no longer want to...

One Must Always Remember That Birth, Old Age, Disease And Death Comes At Any Moment In Regardless Of Whom We Are Or What We Have In Forms Of Material Possession.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn’t bother to wipe its boots.