My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that’s it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I’d loved...

It was 911 calling me. If you can believe it. Them calling me.

Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren’t allowed. We...

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

I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of...

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

Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of...

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.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

The dead are merely the countrymen of my future.

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.

In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are...

Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help.Superman’s two...

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,...

Passion + Vision +Skill + Mentoring = Success.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we...

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

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as life which you should never forget to live and enjoy.

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

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.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn’t want to look at that.

It is said that the dead are infinitely patient, although it is usually said by the living, and how would they know?

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

Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head...

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Death and again death.”)

We tell the dead to rest in peace, when we should worry about the living to live in peace.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she’s trying to bloom. Tho she’s resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

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

If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.

You die in the middle of your life.

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

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

Gun up,’ he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. ‘Set it in here,’ Mellas whispered to Conman. ‘Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.”He...

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)

We are only an instant, that’s true. But we are eternal.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what’s dead. It won’t complain.

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

If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as...

A pall fell over the room. A black shroud of disease and deathbeds and all the worst things from all the worst places. This mutant world, a tragic portmanteau, the unnatural marriage of two roots...

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

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she’s gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.

I’m an Atheist. I don’t believe in God, Gods, Godlets or any sort of higher power beyond the universe itself, which seems quite high and powerful enough to me. I don’t believe in life after...

The rest, is silence.

And a strange, deadly war is raging around the world. Yet, each person who has lost a loved one surely knows secretly, deeply, that no war, no act of revenge, no daisy-cutters dropped on someone...

I think back to the day I stood before my wife’s grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that...

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

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades...

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...