Do the thing you fear, and the death of your underwear is certain

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

None of us will truly have freedom until we know what it means to lose everything” – Laney

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

And home the ships sailing send.

There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now...

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

Je to nějaký podezřelý. Všichni z FCI si to šinou do kytek. No co je? Četla jsem Hvězdy.

– But here is a question that is troubling me: if there is no God, then, one may ask, who governs human life and, in general, the whole order of things on earth?– Man governs...

In life one of Midnight’s favourite movies had been It’s a Wonderful Life, a touching story where a man called George Bailey is shown how poor the world would have been if he’d never existed,...

The merciful Providence – or whatever power there is in the universe – has so ordained things that our little world will go on without us. Indeed, it will not miss us for long. It...

We’ve learned from this that death can hurt us. It can surprise us. It can scare us. It can keep us up a night. But we’ve also learned the things that death cannot do. It...

But she’s wrong about hell. You don’t have to wait until you’re dead to get there.

once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)

It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am...

Intruding upon a dimension rightfully ours, modern medicine robs us of the dignity of what people in the past regarded as most precious: that final moment of death.

I had a dream about you, you gave me a plant and sweetly said “This will grow with our love” upon handing it over to me the plant died. I started packing.

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who wasdying since the day they were born.

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

When I die,’ I said to my friend, ‘I’m not going to be embalmed. I’m going to be dipped.’ Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.

There is that moment in time where you have to realize you have to let go of the rope…

Death and again death.”)

The noose of the Messenger of Death is around their necks; they are constantly tormented by death.

It seemed to me that life was a giant ice skating rink, and I was the only one who didn’t have skates. Most people fear death. I don’t. I’m only afraid of not living. I...

Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

To be more precise… death is [contrary to] God, and if death is natural, if it is the ultimate truth about life and about the world, if it is the highest and immutable law about...

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed...

I live for my death. While it is important how you perceive me now, It is more imperative how generations to come would perceive me

The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long....

Welcome to thee,O sword of eternity!Through BuddhaAnd through Daruma alikeThou hast cleft thy way.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

I went into the living room and looked down at my mother’s torn body and shook my head. It was surreal. I guess some people in that situation would have crumbled, some would have cried,...

Marah will come looking for me one day, Kate had said, pressing the journal into my hands. Be with her when she reads it. And my boys… show them these words when they can’t remember...

I’m not scared of death, I just don’t want to seek it out.

Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you’re about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that...

Here’s to a long life, and a merry one; a quick death, and an easy one; a pretty girl, and an honest one; a cold beer – and another one!

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

It is hard to have patience with people who say, ‘There is no death’ or ‘Death doesn’t matter.’ There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are...

A society that doesn’t know any longer how to observe every death with proper rituals, that does not know that death is not the end, but only part of the journey, has lost its way,...

The rest, is silence.

In Sarajevo in 1992, while being shown around the starved, bombarded city by the incomparable John Burns, I experienced four near misses in all, three of them in the course of one day. I certainly...

Happy Endings are an illusion. Real life is filled with brief moments of fleeting happiness, but ultimately every life is a tragedy that ends in death and grief.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then...