We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

… la muerte, por sí misma, sola, sin ninguna ayuda exterior, siempre ha matado mucho menos que el hombre.

You’re murderers,” she told the stunned crowd. “You killed him. He was a miracle, and you killed him. Now you’ve just got me. And I’m a curse.

You haven’t lost Iraki, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.’He’ll find his way inside you, and you’ll carry...

I am your little ram,burying his muzzle in thick grass of your pasture,folded by you at night, herded by day,a dedicated dog nipping at my hocks.The day will come for you to drawthe bright sickle...

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.‘There are...

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

I didn’t have enough other people in my life to cover the loss of this many people at once. I didn’t have spare aunties or cousins or grandparents. I didn’t have backup. I didn’t have...

If I should die,” said I to myself, “I have left no immortal work behind me – nothing to make my friends proud of my memory – but I have lov’d the principle of beauty...

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

I’d write and read and let myself, a little at a time, step down into myself- like a stairway down into a dark, intimate kiva- where the work of vigil is taking place, the necessary...

We have an obligation to feel guilty.” The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. “Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.

I’ve grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It’s weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general...

You don’t fuck with fate, Oz, because she’ll ass-rape you with no lube, wearing a spiked dildo.

The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you’ll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the...

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy...

Der Tod verändert auch die Lebenden.

Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?

HAMLET […] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that’s the...

You’ve got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin’. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin’ sheet and disturbs his rest

A little part of me dies every time I try to commit suicide. If life is a buffet, I’m still in the mac and cheese phase. Maybe one day I’ll mature into more of a...

The practice is simple. Whatever you’re doing, do that with total awareness.

So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend...

Intellectual death is endemic in areas where people are unprepared to obtain new information for development. Learning is a way of staying alive.

When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are left behind have to embark on a different life, since the dead are...

He killed himself for wanting to live.

Some people try to change the world one life at a time. Others try to change the world one death at a time. And I try to change the world one bucket full of dirt...

Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love’s face.Life don’t unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light – not exist in darkness.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

I realized that more and more I was saying, ‘It seems to me that we have come to the time war ought to be given up. It no longer makes sense to kill 20 million...

The sunlight now lay over the valley perfectly still. I went over to the graveyard beside the church and found them under the old cedars… I am finding it a little hard to say that...

The sharp knife of a short life, wellI’ve had, just enough time.

I once feared death. It is said that death begins with the absence of life. And life begins when death is no longer feared. I have stared death in the eye and survived.

A misbegotten hatchling of consciousness, a birth defect of our species, imagination is often revered as a sign of vigor in our make-up. But it is really just a psychic overcompensation for our impotence as...

Going insane would be worse than dying. At least death is clear and final

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

To enter into the realm of contemplation, one must in a certain sense die: but this death is in fact the entrance into a higher life. It is a death for the sake of life,...

How can a school prepare you for murderers and mad-men?’ Taro asked. ‘Friends who would betray you to your death. People in authority who use their power to perform the most unnatural acts. People hating...

My dreams died nine months before I was born

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

It’s okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don’t know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have...

Going down my list of notable women in my life, we come to Y. Y for Yolanda, and as you might have prophetically foretold, we met at the Y (YMCA). She looked like a beaver,...

I should have known he’d be trouble as soon as he walked into my workshop, but I couldn’t have known he’d be the death of me.

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.

Oh great, the retirement capital of the world. I’ll be dead within a decade.

Susan stared at him.The blue glow in Death’s eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond……which...

There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers & Sisters, I bid you bewareOf...

Nothing is certain but death and taxidermy.

Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge....

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?