It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.

I could croak with no warning, and the only tragedy anyone would experience would be showing up on the last day of my estate sale simply to discover that all remaining items had copious amounts...

He knows different now. It’s the living that chase the dead. The long bones and skulls are tumbled from their shrouds, and words like stones thrust into their rattling mouths: we edit their writings, we...

Our life is composed of events and states of mind. How ewe appraise our life from our deathbed will be predicated not only on what came to us in life but how we lived with...

I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?I...

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there...

Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was...

Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.

He saw it for the first time: on the day he died he would be wearing unmatching socks, there would be unanswered e-mails, and in the hovel he called home there would still be shirts...

You only get one life. Live it to the fullest. All your miseries will be forgiven when you will be dead.

One could argue that it’s romantic to die for love. Of course, then you’re dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a...

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?” he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn’t say anything. He continued: “Every...

There was no heaven here. Eternal life meant waking up as a putrid corpse.

Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High,” Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. “That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.

It’s only in drugs or death we’ll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another’s light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages...

The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and chaos that were tangled in my mind made that an impossibility.

And one battle looks much like another when you survey the corpses after.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it’s so they can die being right.

Good days are ahead of me. But so is the worst day of my life—my last day. I need a cup of coffee large enough to take a bath in.

However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels…

Death is not an option. Death is inevitable. But death is a choice.

It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death,...

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

That’s how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some...

Part of a moon was falling down the west,Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.Its light poured softly in her lap. She sawAnd spread her apron to it. She put out her handAmong...

I hope I leave this world gracefully, like a pilgrim slips from the back of his donkey at the end of a long ride, like a traveler disembarks from an airplane that has carried him...

the undiscovered self”; being alive without knowing why.

But try to remember that a good man can never die. You will see your brother many times again-in the streets, at home, in all the places of the town. The person of a man...

Contemplating from the confines of a desk the reality of death is worthwhile, but only moderately enriching. Too often do I resort to it; rarely do I get with death in the ring.

Time and death: It’s the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It’s just what’s there. It was not something I planned to do.

The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.

Live desired in the world, and die lamented.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you –...

Every subject’s duty is the King’s; but every subject’s soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience;...

In a middle of a war a single doubt about what you are fighting for could mean death.

The ultimate weapon is Lady Gaga’s music. Why kill the enemy when you can play her music and they’ll want to kill themselves?

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, “Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That’s not woman’s work.””It’s needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know...

He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.

People say, How could God allow helpless children to die? While I look around the world and see corruption, pollution, filth, lies, deception, poverty, and heartache, and I say, Gee, how come I wasn’t lucky...

They are stupid, they are beasts, they are meat, they are death. I am talking simply but without any affectation.

REQUIEMUnder the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie:Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where...

You might think there is nothing more patriotic than dying for your country, but I think there is nothing more patriotic than living for your country.

All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.

When your people are lying dead around you, don’t come crying to me…

When all the trees are dead, I’ll be there, drinking freshly squeezed orange juice.

Everyone owes nature a death.

The classical man’s worst fear was inglorious death; the modern man’s worst fear is just death