We’re all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don’t die.

…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and...

Only if we live consciously, we can die consciously.

So they will not love, for love is the bane of honour, the death of duty.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

I have a spreadsheet of all the women I’d like to spread and sheet. Your mom is on my list. So is your grandma, may she rest in peace.

You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself...

Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet never meet on the ground below?

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions...

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted...

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three… nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into...

Apart from such chaotic classics as these, my own taste in novel reading is one which I am prepared in a rather especial manner, not only to declare, but to defend. My taste is for...

We are born from a quiet sleep, and we die to a calm awakening

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

I see that I’ve become a really bad correspondent. It’s not that I don’t think of you. You come into my thoughts often. But when you do it appears to me that I owe you...

That’s a demon for you. Wants me dead but wants to be sure that he is the one who does me in.

Shema Israel Adonai Ehohenu Adonai Echad.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges...

Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.

I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be the only one to live, either. When I was sitting alone last night, I kind of figured maybe that’s how Jesus felt.

So, how can I try to be someone I didn’t really even know?

So I take my lover, my king, and I put him in a pedestal and I cut him down. A man, like the ones who ruined the world.

When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leafto turn away from the sun — it loves it there.There’s nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can’t miss a day of it, because it...

Perhaps the easiest way of making a town’s acquaintance is to ascertain how the people in it work, how they love, and how they die.

I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected...

Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything.

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.

Life is too short to be anything but happy. So kiss slowly. Love deeply. Forgive quickly. Take chances and never have regrets. Forget the past but remember what it taught you.

Death is the welcome cessation of idiocy.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

But the heavy stroke which most of all distresses me is my dear Mother. I cannot overcome my too selfish sorrow, all her tenderness towards me, her care and anxiety for my welfare at all...

I wanted to ask my father about his regrets. I wanted to ask him what was the worst thing he’d ever done. His greatest sin. I wanted to ask him if there was any reason...

he death of a purposeful person is not the death of purpose

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a...

Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that...

The diseased, anyway, are more interesting than the healthy. The words of the diseased, even those who can manage only a murmur, carry more weight than those of the healthy. Then, too, all healthy people...

Ce qui commence par : “Je me h tais de déplaire exprès, par crainte de déplaire naturellement” (Mauriac) continue par : “Je me h tais d’échouer exprès,par crainte d’échouer naturellement”, et pourrait se terminer un...

There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other.

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right.

Hey, I am thinking of it myself, in this part of world (East), we all do endeavors in praying and are sweating (white liquid) and this is our situation, frustrated , but on the other...

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

The fear of death is why we build cathedrals, have children, declare war, and watch cat videos online at three a.m.

Who prays at help in the Illusion of his Life does not understand that his only aid is death

As for man, his days are numbered, whatever he might do, it is but wind.

I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange...

In the world you live in, one day you will be gone but you must fulfill your mission before departure.