And now she was thinking of her own death, with her heart gripped not by fear but by the excitement of a great discovery, the feeling that she was about to learn what she had...

It’s okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But that’s what I want and I could see...

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

Sluka shook her head. “We’re talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It’s like their only reason for existing was so they could die.

Because no one needs to live for ever. I think that sometimes you can outstay your welcome.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

If you are distant and misanthropic, selfish or cruel, you will find yourself alone in life and death.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning. As does death.

What seems like the right thing to do could also be the hardest thing you have ever done in your life

You can’t just make me different and then leave

Idag samlar vi skor och bilar, igår flintyxor. Utan tvivel har arkeologer funnit betydligt fler flintyxor än vad människan rimligtvis behövde. Jag tror att flintyxorna handlar om en längtan, kanske en rädsla. Om jag bara...

the death of a purposeful person is not the death of purpose

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

…When you die, the energy that kept you alive filters into the people you loved. Did you know that? It’s like a fire you’ve tended all your life, and the sparks are all scattered into...

They tell me H. is happy now, they tell me she is at peace. What makes them so sure of this? I don’t mean that I fear the worst of all. Nearly her last words...

I found it idiotically distressing that a sharp finger whistle could no longer summon them outdoors into a playful twilight. An ancient discovery was now mine to make: to leave is to make nothing less...

The missing remained missing and the portraits couldn’t change that. But when Akhmed slid the finished portrait across the desk and the family saw the shape of that beloved nose, the air would flee the...

Ah—now you think I have been lying to you, that this is only a story. It has a king in it. And while a story with Death might be true, a story with a king...

My own experience of over 60 years in biomedical research amply demonstrated that without the use of animals and of human beings, it would have been impossible to acquire the important knowledge needed to prevent...

When the expected occurred, never panic, by keep calming, you gain control over the situation.

I’d like to take a long walk, to the edge of something.

Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

Je reste optimiste tout en me préparant au pire, maman, ça te semble bien comme compromis ?

So… Dell had been a good boy with bad friends. I knew this – I used to be one of them. I’d always known Dell would disappear one day; he was too decent, too golden....

There is a child – a baby – who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn’t old enough to roll...

How thin the air felt at the forest’s edge, how ghostly the trees that guarded their realm…. The whole world seemed as delicate as a dandelion seed, and as fleeting…. How sad to know that...

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through...

There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life’s highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.

I owe my last breath to death but not one breath more.

To His Coy MistressHad we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the...

Dead and still in the world was worse than dead and in the ground. Dead in the ground at least gave you the hope of heaven.

Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with thefloating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other...

Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest?’Tis that every mother’s sonTravails with a skeleton.Lie down in the bed of dust;Bear the fruit that bear you must;Bring the eternal seed to light,And morn...

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In...

Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn’t die

We had sold our death to somebody at the door for the sum of £70:18:6d and lent our fear to somebody at the door as well on interest of £3:10:0d per month, so we did...

Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death. Never again will you have...

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in...

If you are still alive when you read this,close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

Do people look the same when they go to heaven, mommy?””I don’t know. I don’t think so.””Then how do people recognize each other?””I don’t know, sweetie. They just feel it. You don’t need your eyes...

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love; cleaving the heart they held with their passing.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

That bodies should be lent us, while they can afford us pleasure, assist us in acquiring knowledge, or doing good to our fellow creatures, is a kind and benevolent act of God – when they...

Part of dealing with the sense of being cut off – for both the one dying and the one bereaved – is acknowledging that though a vital part of life has changed dramatically, all relationships...

He saw either death or the approach of it everywhere. But his undertaking now occupied him all the more. He had to live his life to the end, until death came. Darkness covered everything for...

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, ‘He was a man who didn’t believe in violence, He’s a good man… and dead.