Who knows if tonight our journey ends?Who knows if this be last lap?Who knows?Dwell on thoughts * Act!Pray!

Blue SquillsHow many million Aprils cameBefore I ever knewHow white a cherry bough could be,A bed of squills, how blue!And many a dancing AprilWhen life is done with me,Will lift the blue flame of the...

A dog’s spirit dies hard.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

My dad was nothing but a bingo call.

Life is only a brief stop on the road to eternity. Our loved ones, acquaintances, and strangers pass away before our very eyes on a daily basis. Yet each of us carries on with our...

He, the Life of all, our Lord and Saviour, did not arrange the manner of his own death lest He should seem to be afraid of some other kind. No. He accepted and bore upon...

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

I said, ‘I need to know how he died.’He flipped back and pointed at, ‘Why?’So I can stop inventing how he died. I’m always inventing.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest’s conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

Min aska kommer sprida värme.

Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

To be of the Earth is to know the restlessness of being a seed the darkness of being planted the struggle toward the light the pain of growth into the light the joy of bursting...

RIP, to those that are no longer here in Body, for they give our minds a lesson in eternity…

Thy best of rest is sleep,And that thou oft provok’st; yet grossly fear’stThy death, which is no more.

I looked at the stained-glass image of the lamb in the window above me, but that only reminded me that lambs are famous for being led to slaughter, or sometimes hanging out with lions in...

Meanwhile, we have carved out a place for ourselves among the dead; the glittering pinnacles of commerce rise along the skyline, their foundations sunk in a charnel house; and the lost lie forgotten below us...

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in’s nervy arm doth lie,Which being advanc’d, declines, and then men die.

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn’t telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing....

All who are not lunatics are agreed about certain things. That it is better to be alive than dead, better to be adequately fed than starved, better to be free than a slave. Many people...

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney’s Funeral Home in Motley. They’ll be planting her tomorrow.

I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.

Just for a while”: Death’s opening chat-up line in His great seduction, before he drugged you with soporific comforts, distracted you with minor luxuries and ensnared you with long-term payment plans.Join the Rat Race “just...

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however….” She smiles. “You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.”I try...

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

I will simply die, as you will simply die, when our hearts stop beating. And instead of the fires of Hell or the clouds of Heaven, there will be a chorus of hungry worms or...

I realized that love is stronger than death and that people you barely know can amaze you.

Death Be Not ProudDeath, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill...

Once very near the end I said, ‘If you can — if it is allowed — come to me when I too am on my death bed.’ ‘Allowed!’ she said. ‘Heaven would have a job...

BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP,...

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is...

Believe me, when you die, it’s everybody else’s but your problem

Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore,...

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura oflife which bears no relation to true immortality but through which theycontinue to occupy our thoughts in the same way...

A perfect example, in matters of life and death, of love and passion, of choice or destiny; options decrease to a singular course.

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a...

Nothing is impossible to kill. It’s just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

Because children grow up, we think a child’s purpose is to grow up. But a child’s purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn’t disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole...

It is said that men condemned to death are subject to sudden moments of elation; as if, like moths in the fire, their destruction were coincidental with attainment.

Her own vague red trail created a livid atmosphere. She was like an avalanche and they were her nostalgia.

He was pierced and scourged and mocked. He was cursed and raised up on a tree, but He was in that ancient pose of victory. An old man on a hill, a blind man between...

Death is part of who we are. It guidesus. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled...

Yes, he is here in thisopen field, in sunlight, amongthe few young trees set outto modify the bare facts–he’s here, but onlybecause we are here.When we go, he goes with usto be your hands that...

Things change after you die, though – I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

Truly the universe is full of ghost, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

He tried to think of death as he had done now and then, but that tired him and he dozed off. When he awoke an hour later, he felt fresh and calm as though he...