Was it possible to love a man who made you feel ridiculous? Of course […..], love was complicated, that was all. Or was love simple, and marriage was complicated? In seventeen years of marriage David...

In the end, the slow decay of the body didn’t matter. We all continue on, renewing ourselves, through our offspring. They are what matter. They are what survives.

But I don’t know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn’t make much a difference at all.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

He could almost taste the tang of that swampy air right here in his own desert parking lot and hear the calls of the heavily beating flock, sorrowing and apologizing and making plans for some...

Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honoured...

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that...

There was a saying in our family that no one ever died; people just dried up, were hung on a hook, and conducted their affairs from there.

I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder...

Tis time to die, when ’tis a shame to live.

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

The simple view is that medicine exists to fight death and disease, and that is, of course, its most basic task. Death is the enemy. But the enemy has superior forces. Eventually, it wins. And,...

Why people die?Because they have been sucked, to the death. 25.11.12

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

It was all death.

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

Mortality rose.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without...

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust’s reply was ‘To be separated from Mama.’) I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be...

death is an escape from rude realty for a while

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to...

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it...

Death is not the end of life but the beginning of eternal life.

Did you get notes for me?””No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.

If with pleasure you are viewingAny work a man is doing;If you like him or you love him, tell him now.Don’t withhold your approbationTill the preacher makes orationAnd he lies with snowy lilies o’er his...

Madoka: Won’t anyone notice that Mami-san is dead?Homura: Mami Tomoe’s only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of...

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England’s.

I find relief from the questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may...

The real hell of this,” he told her, “is that you’re going to get through it.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

We are all resigned to death: it’s life we aren’t resigned to.

He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, ‘I am not afraid.

For 3 million you could give everyone in Scotland a shovel, and we could dig a hole so deep we could hand her over to Satan in person (on Margaret Thatcher)

Yes, and our sister’s sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere – not anywhere. The...

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

After a lifetime of wanting to be loved, she didn’t think she could bear it if it finally happened just before she was about to die.

I also remember being struck by de Sade’s will, in which he asked that his ashes be scattered to the four corners of the earth in the hope that humankind would forget both his writings...

Wait,” said Butler. “Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan.” He squinted through the green dome. “What is your plan, Artemis?”All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.

They had…finished their lives before their death – which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.

Yes, I lay in my grave. But if you lie in a grave long enough, you get accustomed to it and you don’t want to part from it. He had given me a pill of...

When the clock stops on a life, all things emanating from it become precious, finite, and cordoned off for preservation. Each aspect of the dead person is removed from the flux of the everyday, which,...

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The fantasies of dying could be no stranger than the fantasies of living. Survival is perhaps the strangest fantasy of them all.