Kill me, or you are a murderer.

I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just...

A legacy is not about what you did while you were there it is what happens when you are gone

If you are reading this, I’m dead. Don’t celebrate too much. Jesus is watching.

Pride and power fall when the person falls, but discoveries of truth form legacies that can be built upon for generations.

Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to...

As individuals die every moment, how insensitive and fabricated a love it is to set aside a day from selfish routine in prideful, patriotic commemoration of tragedy. Just as God is provoked by those who...

We only live once. We all have an expiration date after that we will never come again. I am not saying that to make you sad. I am saying that so you can cherish each...

You only live twice:Once when you’re bornAnd once when you look death in the face.

As for karma itself, it is apparently only that which binds “jiva” (sentience, life, spirit, etc.) with “ajiva” (the lifeless, material aspect of this world) – perhaps not unlike that which science seeks to bind...

The very possibility of death focuses the mind wonderfully.

Pay heed, my darlings, and always take the greatest care over the company you keep in life: if death strikes you without warning, you may be stuck with them til the moon turns to blood...

I sensed more than recognized the sound of those skeletal knuckles on the door. I was too young for it to be Death, so it had to be his mother.

He always thought that Touie’s long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem...

Do you wanna play? Everyone’s dead, so I got bored. Did you come to play with me?–Wrath

Because seeing someone’s heart ripped out, presumably for the first time, is something a person should accept naturally, like finding out there’s no Santa Clause.

There’s still a thousand places I haven’t gone to die.

I’m Allen Walker!”My life….is over…I’m going to die….

(…)que morrer é acabar e amor não tem saída(…)

And it would show me, once again, that one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

so you suspect his death was a suicide.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

If you enjoy peace now, remember it is out of the toils of those who were gone before you. The question is “will you leave peace behind you when you are gone”?

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see – the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of...

Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!

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Asking me if I’m in love is like asking a mortician if now is the best time to die.

The only thing set in stone are dumb quotes and names of dead people. Everything else is subject to change.

Saadi’s dictum, in the Bostan: ‘The Path is not in the rosary, the prayer-mat and the robe

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it….In my sleep, a natural death!

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the...

Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.

Sex and death: the front door and the back door of the world.

The tragedy in life to mourn over is the death of what lies within a person who is still alive. The death of a potential is a mess of destiny!

Don’t die before you’re dead.

Nobody seems to understand that in such matters the tact and sympathy should come from the one who is about to die, not the poor bugger who has to take the news.

I was alone in that room. Of course, there were bodies all around, but they were all dead. They were dead when I got there. Well, most of them were dead. The last few I...

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.

The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I.

Some men want to go out with a bang. Personally, I’d rather not die from sex. I mean, what will my wife think when the police tell her?

I’m chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart....

Without death there is little innovation. Extinction – death of a species – is part and parcel of evolutionary change. In the absence of this kind of extinction new developments would not prosper. In our...

die.

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I’m not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in...

Essay on Adam”There are five possibilities. One: Adam fell.Two: he was pushed. Three: he jumped. Four:he only looked over the edge, and one look silenced him.Five: nothing worth mentioning happened to Adam.The first, that he...

I want to end my life by eating so much Viagra that I go out like that movie and Die Hard. If you want to watch, I just made popcorn.

His absence is so big it’s like he’s there.

Life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.

There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.

Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?