The afternoon my parents died, I was out shoplifting with Irene Klauson.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

For those who believe in resurrection, death is inconsequential. It’s not an ending but rather a new beginning. A second chance, a reunion. The very idea of resurrection is so seductive a concept it’s easy...

Death is the Graduation of the Soul

Then, as his planet killed him, it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error.

Life may be scaryBut it’s only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

We cannot, after all, judge a biography by its length, by the number of pages in it; we must judge by the richness of the contents…Sometimes the ‘unfinisheds’ are among the most beautiful symphonies.

I used to love youI still doSo SelfishI love the old youThe you that didnt shoot drugs…The you that didnt get beat on by menYou laugh in my face and call me a foolBut its...

The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if...

As Ernest Becker observes in The Denial of Death, the very thought of disobeying authority appears to awaken the anxiety connected with the possible loss, during infancy, of parental love, respect or support. The unexamined...

No era inquietud propiamente dicha, sino una extraña tristeza que tenía poco de humano, porque no comportaba ni valentía ni esperanza. Así es como los animales esperan la muerte. Así es como el pez atrapado...

Tell him,’ the colonel said, smiling, ‘that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

I sometimes stare into fire or into the night sky alone and wish for a girl or my situation to be different. I also then think why would god who created the beautiful Earth let...

We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

Life was transparent, literature opaque. Life was open, literature a closed system. Life was composed of things, literature of words. Life was what it appeared to be: if you were afraid your plane would crash...

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

J’écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m’accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser.

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

comprehend death,” as if human beings understood what it means to die. Is death a prelude to reincarnation? A portal to Heaven or Hell? Complete extinction? Union with all life? Or something else? All of...

I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole....

Priorities” There’s No Such Thing as “Busy

I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.

MISUNDERSTANDING” arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

If death is no longer a fear, we’re really free. Free to take any risk under the sun for Christ and for love.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man’s table, or the child from a woman’s breast, or the wife from a man’s bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could...

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn’t seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;And, looking over the hills, I mournThe darling who shall...

I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was...

(So I heard the boom of my fathr’s rifle when he shot my best friend.) A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.(14)

A gangster must always be prepared to kill a friend. It is one of the many open secrets of the business, since it is the truest test of his ability to rule and command the...

Who is mightier than death? Those who can smile when death threatens.

Keep moving. Don’t get bogged down. Don’t think about the bad stuff. Smile and joke even when you don’t feel like it.

The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already...

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

The world seems to be witnessing a deluge of ‘haterisms’, and racist propaganda because evil’s pain was born to die, and it’s time of tyranny is near the end. Don’t get caught up by the...

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

I know what’s wrong with me – I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do by a certain age, or be ridiculous – you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene,...

He’ll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he’d been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now,...

I don’t know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

Each moment of life is a step toward death.

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.

The death of these people might have changed the world, Grace, so we might have changed the world, Grace, so we sometimes have to look at death not as something sad, but as something to...

We’re all drowning, but don’t say it out loud.

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

The most I can hope for is to die in a pose that confuses future archaeologists.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.