Yes, I’ve killed! I’ve killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

She was smiling as she imagined herself as one more star in the sea of millions, and her body decided it had had enough, and she felt the exact moment when her power source gave...

We’re not gods, Julia. We’re helpers. That’s all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn’t understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not...

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Everybody dies, but great souls ressurects in our memories.

Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave,...

You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

Survival is the celebration of choosing life over death. We know we’re going to die. We all die. But survival is saying: perhaps not today. In that sense, survivors don’t defeat death, they come to...

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

What I never expected is how much nothing there is afterwords. In life,, he was not nearby. Now he is everywhere I dream and every place I wake. Or if not him exactly, then a...

“The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not...

Dying’s a fearful popular activity these days so we often double ’em up.

He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out...

They are trying to take you back from me now, and they will—but only for a brief, little while—

[A] right understanding that death is nothingto us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not because it adds to itan infinite span of time, but because it takes away the craving forimmortality. For there is...

It’s harder to pick and choose when you’re dead. It’s like a photograph, you know. It doesn’t matter as much.

The flame of the inn is dim tonight,Too many vacant chairs.The sun has lost too much of its light,Too many songs have taken flight,Too many ghosts on the stairs.Charon, here’s to you as man against...

There are people like Senhor José everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay...

If only I could tell someone.The humiliation I go throughwhen I think of my pastcan only be described as grace.We are created by being destroyed.

It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else...

If life is a punishment, one should wish for an end; if life is a test, one should wish it to be short.

Loss taught me the priceless value of friends. I would have lost it but for my friends.

Let Death Bless Me With You

Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.

She died that night. Her last breath took her soul, I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more...

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed...

Eins var algengt hjá okkur ef spurt var um líðan einhvers manns: iss hann er feitur; en það þýddi að honum liði vel, eða einsog sagt mundi vera í Danmörku, að hann væri hamingjusamur. Ef...

The first time I died, I didn’t see God. No light at the end of the tunnel. No haloed angels. No dead grandparents. To be fair, I probably wasn’t a solid shoo-in for Heaven. But,...

The precious gift of life must be preserved no matter now painful and pointless it seemed. Peace, I told them, is a gift so perfect that only God should grant it. I told people, only...

***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.

As Luxenberg’s work has only recently been published we must await its scholarly assessment before we can pass any judgements. But if his analysis is correct then suicide bombers, or rather prospective martyrs, would do...

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.

Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.

Our society has tried to make death invisible, thinking that if we ignore it long enough it will go away. Often we as family and loved ones are so afraid of death that even mentioning...

Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner then you wanted? Just because you knew that it would...

A useless life is an early death.

I want to look at you as you kill me.

Charms

He couldn’t count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

We thought we were invincible and Dominic proved us all wrong,” – Jesse Carlisle

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

I inherited a pound from my British uncle. I’d have rather gotten a dollar, because what do I want with an animal shelter?

The men and women who continue to hold Lynn’s mind hostage against her will believe the future will be tilled with terrorism, death, destruction and a challenge to the survival of America. They believe Lynn...

Love is when you love someone’s spirit as much as their body, even if their spirit has departed and their body is buried wherever you hid it.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

If I could die saving two lives, I would, provided each of those two people were the kind of people who would die to save two more like them.