Life is plenty pointless. We’re all put here on this earth, such a minuscule thing, really. This tiny Earth, in the midst of an ever-larger universe. We were put here for reasons unbeknownst to us,...

Happiness is the change that comes over mewhen I describe the worldIt comes over the worldHappiness is the change that comes over mewhen I’m afraidIt comes over the worldFor instance I can be afraid of...

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

We cannot, after all, judge a biography by its length, by the number of pages in it; we must judge by the richness of the contents…Sometimes the ‘unfinisheds’ are among the most beautiful symphonies.

I used to love youI still doSo SelfishI love the old youThe you that didnt shoot drugs…The you that didnt get beat on by menYou laugh in my face and call me a foolBut its...

Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.

The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if...

As Ernest Becker observes in The Denial of Death, the very thought of disobeying authority appears to awaken the anxiety connected with the possible loss, during infancy, of parental love, respect or support. The unexamined...

Unattached and aimless, these old men are always infatuated with little certainties and regularities such as those that ordered the life of Mr. Krupper as seen from outside. Habit is living. Anything unexpected reminds them...

No era inquietud propiamente dicha, sino una extraña tristeza que tenía poco de humano, porque no comportaba ni valentía ni esperanza. Así es como los animales esperan la muerte. Así es como el pez atrapado...

Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura. ,Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura....

Tell him,’ the colonel said, smiling, ‘that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a...

I sometimes stare into fire or into the night sky alone and wish for a girl or my situation to be different. I also then think why would god who created the beautiful Earth let...

Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

Life was transparent, literature opaque. Life was open, literature a closed system. Life was composed of things, literature of words. Life was what it appeared to be: if you were afraid your plane would crash...

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun… so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind… and after a few haunting...

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

J’écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m’accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser.

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

comprehend death,” as if human beings understood what it means to die. Is death a prelude to reincarnation? A portal to Heaven or Hell? Complete extinction? Union with all life? Or something else? All of...

I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole....

Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died.

Priorities” There’s No Such Thing as “Busy

I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if only for an instant—step back into her...

MISUNDERSTANDING” arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

If death is no longer a fear, we’re really free. Free to take any risk under the sun for Christ and for love.

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did...

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man’s table, or the child from a woman’s breast, or the wife from a man’s bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could...

Loving a warrior is hard. Dying in the line of duty is an honor to them. They would rather take that road than to dishonor their sacred oath

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn’t seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

That kind of imagination is why we’re not dead.

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was...

A gangster must always be prepared to kill a friend. It is one of the many open secrets of the business, since it is the truest test of his ability to rule and command the...

There was a warrior once who foughtAgainst man’s subtlest, mightiest foe,And more than valiant deeds he wroughtT’ effect th’ enslaver’s overthrow.But ah! how dread was his campaign,Forc’d in the wilderness to stray,Lone, hungry, stung with...

Who is mightier than death? Those who can smile when death threatens.

The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already...

You are immortal till the very moment you die. Discover it, and stand untouchable.

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

I don’t need today anyway.

I know what’s wrong with me – I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do by a certain age, or be ridiculous – you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene,...

I don’t know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.