But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.

With a savage grin, he let out an inhuman roar of bloodlust and threw himself into an unholy orgy of blood, fangs, claws, and death.

When the leaves stop falling wasn’t her time to die, it was your time to live.

It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.

„Life is a beautiful denial to belief in death”.

hThere was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel further and further. But...

I’m going to heaven! I replied.-What do you mean, you’re going to heaven?-Let me pass.-And what will you do in heaven, my poor child?-I’m going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews...

I learned that dying is just a part of our journey of life. We are all on this journey and dying is a part of it for each of us. That does not mean that...

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window asthe image of my father, whose lifewas spent like this,thinking of death, to the exclusionof other sensual matters,so in the end that lifewas easy to give up,...

I love you.”People have concerns besides simply prolonging their lives. Surveys of patients with terminal illness find that their top priorities include, in addition to avoiding suffering, being with family, having the touch of others,...

We do know that we are cheated from birth to the overcharge on our coffins.

You’re my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.

I am beginning to be sorry that I ever undertook to write this book. Not that it bores me; I have nothing else to do; indeed, it is a welcome distraction from eternity. But the...

People pontificate, “Suicide is selfishness.” Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame,...

Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you’ve touched.

First and most importantly, death is just the absence of life—oh, and for human beings, the absence of consciousness, too, but not just the absence of consciousness, the absence of the capacity for consciousness.

Death didn’t bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one’s own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave...

I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn’t,So I jumped in and sank.

I looked at the group of human remains that languished in the corner and smiled at them. It occurred to me that their very presence was testimony to the moral emptiness of the universe and...

I was not born for death and yet I have died a thousand times, he thought. And now I am born again for these hard times.

Oh! Death! You are the savior of life.You are the shelter of life.You are the destination of life.You are the beginning and the end of life.You are the center of the circle of life.

No doubt my books too, like my mortal being, would eventually die, one day. But one has to resign oneself to dying. One accepts the thought that in ten years oneself, in a hundred years...

Then she loved him as she would a manifestation of herself, both silenced and wounded in existence, both everything and nothing to eternity.

Puis il réfléchit: la réalité ne coïncide habituellement pas avec les prévisions; avec une logique perverse, il en déduisit que prévoir un détail circonstanciel, c’est empêcher que celui-ci se réalise. Fidèle à cette faible magie,...

The earthly form of Christ is the form that died on the cross. The image of God is the image of Christ crucified. It is to this image that the life of the disciples must...

Even death has a consciousness.

which, though ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak, mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee. Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest....

Time is doubt, and life without time is nothing but death.

Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of...

At last, you will not be remembered for roaming the earth as a non-entity, but by every word, and every miracle, and every love, and every seed that ever came from the innermost part of...

The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That’s what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana’s funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really...

A funeral is no place for secrets.

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

Alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

Opulence and fame will shorten your life, ask for long life, and you’ll enjoy the former in small quantities, for it is a substitute.

Hedwig — Hedwig —”But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage.

The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her feet crossed on top of each other like a child’s. He watched her sleep and...

{Letter from Debbs to Eva Ingersoll, husband of , just after the news of death}We were inexpressibly shocked to hear of the sudden death of your dear husband and our best loved friend. Most tenderly...

(A murderer about their victim:)”He was an expert in vicarious death. I should like to have been there to see how he enjoyed the real thing.

Why do you live?Because I have something worth living for.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part – yet nothing in...

Sadness and boredom were more bearable than the effort of living a normal life. Perhaps the idea of death began to hover over her during that period, as a kind of higher order of lassitude...

DEATH: “Mostly they aren’t too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear.”MORPHEUS: “And I am far more terrible than you, sister.

The world won’t end with a bang or a whimper. It’ll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl.

Home is where I take up such a tiny portion of the memory foam; home is a splintered word. His pillow is a sweat-stained map of an escape plot, also a map of love’s dear...

But in all His dealings with His creatures God has maintained the principles of righteousness by revealing sin in its true character-by demonstrating that its sure result is misery and death.