Nothing is certain but death and taxidermy.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

The fastest way to die is to live a lie

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

When love dissipates, it’s like dancing with daisies at midnight, and you don’t get easy at it when you’re deceased. And make no mistake, you will die before romance will.

I would sacrifice my life to save two lives, provided those two people would sacrifice their lives to save four lives. In this way, billions would die so that billions could live.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

Glorious death is a transition into heavenly glories; ‘purposeless life’ is the cause of shameful death and shameful death is a transition to eternal doom!

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

It’s a breath you took too late.It’s a death that’s worse than fate.

They ought to bury people in hospitals and let sick people get well in the cemeteries.

You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it [dignity]. It’s never dignified, always brutal. What’s dignified about dying? It’s never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an...

There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.

When things are beautiful on the surface it is hard to imagine that dying is appropriate for them.

This western-front business couldn’t be done again, not for a long time. The young men think they could do it but they couldn’t. They could fight the first Marne again but not this. This took...

Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow…

What’s it like?””Death? It’s like being on holiday with a group of Germans.

If I weren’t already dead, I’d have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die.

Dr. Beall gave him the first shot, followed closely by the second.He said, “I’ll check for a heartbeat.”I said, “You don’t need to. I can see it in his eyes.”Dewey was gone.

It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the stands he’d made against them, laid up in a sag on some rise...

It felt like the times were good, like we were remembering a time before Rachel died, even though things were never this good then, because they were just normal, and ordinary is never the kind...

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming…Dead silence.Literally dead.

Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I...

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light...

This was their way of honoring the dead. The story over, the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to re-assert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves, their blood and appetites. Would that...

You cannot hide from the world. It will find you. It always does. And now it has found me. My split second of immortality is over. All that’s left now is the end, which is...

. . . I understand that I was writing (recording) as well as seeking to right (to rectify) the wrong, and now, as I retell the tale, I realize that ‘I am still at the...

They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes of the words of God spoken and vibrating in the shared deep.

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.

Though you forget the way to the Temple,There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible

As I accepted my death and dissolution into God’s love, the insectoids began feeding on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested in emotion. As I was holding on to...

I wanted to listen to him, but I did not want to answer now. That strange responsibility we feel towards others when they speak, to offer them the solace of any answer. Poor humans! And...

LinesI die but when the grave shall pressThe heart so long endeared to theeWhen earthy cares no more distressAnd earthy joys are nought to me.Weep not, but think that I have pastBefore thee o’er the...

The last good time always comes

Only a meditator is able to die consciously as life is an opportunity to prepare for death. Meditation is a death, a death of the ego.

all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies...

You’re mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

But maybe life was like that: it held your death, waiting, and you had no choice but to walk toward it if you wanted a life.

Death breached the silence first. ‘Mortals are always calling for me,’ he said, ‘Especially mortals whose suffering is very great, and especially mortals whose suffering is of their own making, and especially mortals who have...

I have seem even those who have long since abjured God die in grace. . . . Atheists don’t use their drying to bargain for a better seat at the table; indeed they may not...

I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don’t want it to win.

These stories always take us to some far away places which we can never visit in real life.

If you live each day as it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right

Leading up to my life is a long line of dead bodies. These are my ancestors, and I respect them, but I’m glad I don’t have to bury them all. I just have to bury...

. . . In all parts of our globe, fanatics have cut each other’s throats, publicly burnt each other, committed without a scruple and even as a duty, the greatest crimes, and shed torrents of...