One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.

You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen to you. That’s easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You’re going to...

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;Thou madest Life in man and brute;Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.

Old people die not because no one cared for them but because someone they expected care from did not bother.

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.”[As quoted in Pol Neveux’s introduction, Guy De Maupassant: A Study]

Everything- even me, and one day even Charlotte- must come to end.

Occasionally they would hear a harsh croak or a splash as some amphibian was disturbed, but the only creature they saw was a toad as big as Will’s foot, which could only flop in a...

There’s no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

My father was a doctor,’ she says, ‘a very kind man. He died in the early ’70s, relatively young.’ She taps the cigarette packet on the table. ‘Of lung cancer.”Oh.”But the thing about that is,’...

You’re the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.’ ‘I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I’d be taller.

As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been the victim of a practical joke, a farce in which he had believed...

A society that believes in nothing can offer no argument even against death. A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.

Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked with kings and conversed in languages never heard in this land....

It seems we’ve been at cross purposes, doesn’t it? But it’s no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie...

Mr. Codro’s destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing...

Who we are is determined by the actions we take, the words we choose to say, the people we love. And for some that love brings hope. For others, courage. And for some, the luckiest...

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew…so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

God isn’t the son of Memory; He’s the son of Immediate Experience. You can’t worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it’s...

Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those...

For a moment we sit in silence. Eventually, I turn to him and say, “Do you believe in God?” His eyes narrow for a moment and he stares at me at me for a while....

Death, I’ve dreamed of it, I’ve desired it, but what real happiness can come from it?

A dead Christ I must do everything for; a living Christ does everything for me.

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was...

It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

Mistake this day as being like any other, and your deaths will go as unmourned as the insects of the field.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins...

What is birthday, but a celebration of death.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

It is the manner of death that reveals the importance of a man. Ordinary people are murdered while extraordinary people are assassinated.

The government (or humanity) would not permit capital punishment for one man, but they permitted the murder of millions a little at a time.

There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don’t want to.

We must, indeed, all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.

The activity of loving kindness is the bridge that allows you to slowly, slowly realise the wisdom and perfection of this moment.

But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each...

Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity. Learn to surrender, to exist at Infinity while alive, and fear of death dissolves. Fear of death is fear of the Unknown. Realize the Wonder, the...

I cannot live to hear the news from England.But I do prophesy th’ election lightsOn Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.So tell him, with th’ occurents, more and less,Which have solicited – the rest is...

I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night....

I’m not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn’t?

Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying.

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all...

No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.

Don’t interfere!” The Doctor silenced her angrily. “I cannot will my own destruction.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.