The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

A Parting GuestWhat delightful hosts are they—Life and Love!Lingeringly I turn away,This late hour, yet glad enoughThey have not withheld from meTheir high hospitality.So, with face lit with delightAnd all gratitude, I stayYet to press...

Don’t wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.

Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it.

If your are an expatriate, a ‘will’ is required because, the laws of the country in which you reside would be different from that of your home country, and when the inevitable (death) occurs (untimely),...

That I should just dive in and let my world fall apart and rebuild itself. That if I can embrace change, I can embrace death, and that is the secret to liberation.

He’s dead. I don’t celebrate who he was, but who he isn’t. He isn’t alive, and that is a great reason to party.

Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.

She’s too sexy to be a killer—but not a murderer. A woman this beautiful gets a patsy to dole out death, and that makes her a lead murder suspect.

…there’s not enough of anything to go around except people and death.

The difference between me and the trees is that the trees let go of their leaves. I keep holding onto mine. The trees make room for new life. I don’t.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain...

Who would you rather make love to—me, or the dead carcass of a deer? Don’t deliver a hasty answer. Think it over.

From a purely physical standpoint she didn’t have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.

It isn’t dying I’m afraid of, it isn’t that at all; I know what it is to die, I’ve died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else....

Justice will prevail!

When I die, I would love to die smiling. If however I forget this, I hope I have someone there to make me smile.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in...

Once you kill all of us, and you’re alone, you’ll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You’ll die, inevitably. You’re not immortal....

I first became aware of death when my father held me up to see the view from the top of the Empire State Building. I thought that if he moved me just one foot over,...

…But the Mahommedan religion increases, instead of lessening, the fury of intolerance. It was originally propagated by the sword, and ever since, its votaries have been subject, above the people of all other creeds, to...

…[we] has left nothing durable to signalize his stay upon this planet.[we]eventually dies to the honest regret of [our] associates.

Death may call any moment,Every moment, everyone is nearing death.

If you have been born only once, you will have to die twice. But if you have been born twice, you will have to die only once (and you may even escape that one death...

How many more times would I have embraced him that night, how many more times would I have kissed him, if I had known the name of that stranger lover who was already in Montreal,...

When Sean died she understood for the first time how completely human beings were dependent upon a suspension of disbelief in order to simply move forward through their days. If that suspension faltered, if you...

I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

To pursue wisdom is to live in such a way that one is prepared to face death when it comes. (247)

The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife – a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an...

My flashlight’s not working. I don’t know if the batteries are dead, but my mother-in-law sure as hell isn’t. When she dies, my love can live.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn’t pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

The SkeletonChattering finch and water-flyAre not merrier than I;Here among the flowers I lieLaughing everlastingly.No: I may not tell the best;Surely, friends, I might have guessedDeath was but the good King’s jest,It was hid so...

Lieutenant Welsh remembered walking around among the sleeping men, and thinking to himself that ‘they had looked at and smelled death all around them all day but never even dreamed of applying the term to...

Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.

The famed philosopher Diogenes was looking intently at a large collection of human bones piled one upon another. Alexander the Great stood nearby and became curious about what Diogenes was doing. When he asked the...

Well, I always did want to go out in a Braveheart kind of way. I’ll just have to think of something cool to yell before they cut my head off.

There are far more reasons for death than there are for life.

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and...

You can grieve for me the week before I die, if I’m scared and hurting, but when I gasp that last fleeting breath and my immortal soul flees to heaven, I’m going to be jumping...

Self-awareness is a supreme gift, a treasure as precious as life. This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the...

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other … except through faith.

If some persons died and others did not die death would indeed be a terrible affliction.

So we must run back and forth between these two suns in our firmament—the presentiment of death and awareness of life—and avoid being transfixed by either of them. If we are lucky in this uncertain...

He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it...

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Lady Dance’s music wasn’t a magic charm. I’d misunderstood. We had all failed to understand. The song and dance didn’t stop us dying. It just stopped the fear of death swallowing us up while we...