Everyone dies. The don’t all have the chance to see what they wanted most. At least I’ve seen the Above. At least I’ve known True.

Now death is uncool, old-fashioned. To my mind the defining characteristic of our era is spin, everything tailored to vanishing point by market research, brands and bands manufactured to precise specifications; we are so used...

What is a man’s life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.

Caring is weakness, and weakness is death.

Our culture’s quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the...

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.

All beings tremble before danger, all fear death. When a man considers this, he does not kill or cause to kill.

The circumstances of our lives are pieces of a larger scheme in the puzzle of life, and in His Perfect Wisdom, the pieces fit.

He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and...

Whatever you are, do not even assume that you will be surrounded and gnawed by luxurious worms of an exquisite breed.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death….and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers...

(On WWI:)A man of importance had been shot at a place I could not pronounce in Swahili or in English, and, because of this shooting, whole countries were at war. It seemed a laborious method...

But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. […] I’m too old...

It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.

A friend is someone who can brighten your day with a simple smile, when others try to do it with a thousand words.

I DON’T HOLD WITH CRUELTY TO CATS.

I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.

Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. ‘What did they do to you?’Some of the Anchorites laugh. Hugo looks back at his long-ago lover. ‘They’-he looks about...

But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world’s decay.

The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and...

It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.

live so larger that life never gets end chapter after death.

In greatness, life and death merge.

I’m going to heaven! I replied.-What do you mean, you’re going to heaven?-Let me pass.-And what will you do in heaven, my poor child?-I’m going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

Time does not heal old wounds. New ones do.

Yo había crecido en el convencimiento de que aquella lenta procesión de la posguerra, un mundo de quietud, miseria y rencores velados, era tan natural como el agua del grifo, y que aquella tristeza muda...

Alix bore the blow without flinching. A block of marble. Her gaze was piercing and blank, her nose nobly arched. But one cheek was flaking. A hint of strange green and pink vegetation was invading...

Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable—and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach.

Precarity designates that politically induced condition in which certain populations suffer from failing social and economic networks of support and become differentially exposed to injury, violence, and death.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again,There is a street close by forbidden to my feet,There’s a mirror that’s seen me for the very last time,There is a door that I...

On Earth, Liz was constantly occupied with studying and finding a college and a career and all those other things that the adults in her life deemed terribly important. Since she had died, everything she...

Maybe before you die, it’s your ghosts you see.

The TriflerDeath’s the lover that I’d be taking;Wild and fickle and fierce is he.Small’s his care if my heart be breaking-Gay young Death would have none of me.Hear them clack of my haste to greet...

I’m dead, but I can’t stop living.

I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?

Waking up in a room with no natural light does something to a man. no windows. I’m almost afraid to die. I fear my soul won’t make it out.

Some friends are like sunny days, with false flames, oozing from afar, coming near without a dime.

The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards,...

I’m wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it’s stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

Right, sorry. Go on.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

…Opal is dead, and I don’t see how a healer can change that! It’s not something to joke about.”Joke?” Then Owen hit his forehead and cried, “That’s right, you haven’t heard!”Heard what?” asked Adrien, who...

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in...

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Little sleep’s-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.