Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

My brother distrusts the essential truth of memories; I distrust the way we colour them in. We each have our own cheap-mail-order paintbox, and our favourite hues. Thus, I remembered Grandma a few pages ago...

Believe in me and you shall die, forever.

A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer’s heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

I’m so scared of dying without ever being really seen.

Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it....

Life is for the living and the dead, she said in a smile,And flashed me a bit of pale thigh in the summer time

Never underestimate the will of a creature who begins to die at birth.

I thought about suicide all the time, but it seemed toomuch effort, swallowing all those pills or jumping off things. If I’d lived out in the country I would have found a quiet stretch of...

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

They asked Abboud of Omdurman: ‘Which is better, to be young or to be old?’ He said: ‘To be old is to have less time before you and more mistakes behind. I leave you to...

Anyone in this world can have the power of life and death over someone else. It’s horrible, but true. All you need to do is take it. And once you have — there is no...

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old...

late” so and so. I’m sorry to break that bad news, but that person isn’t just late—they’re not even coming!

Death is harder on those who are left behind.

Jarod Kintz Day—it’s not just my birthday, but it should be a holiday that’s mandatory to celebrate, punishable by death if you don’t. It’ll be a holiday that honors freedom.

To the family of a victim of a fatal accident, the deceased was at the wrong place at the wrong time. To the family of the morgue owner, the deceased was at the right place...

Nearly all of the men I admire are dead, because admiration is fueled by mystery. And what’s more mysterious than death? Nothing. Well, besides women, of course.

Nothing matters when you are dead, and, you are dead when nothing matters.

I don’t have time to kill you, and you don’t have time to die, because I’m not into redundancy, and you’re already dead.

He glanced nervously over his shoulder with a remarkable pair of codfish eyes.’Like a ’orrid movie I saw once in Canarsie. Bunch o’ lunks set off on a cruise to nowhere, just like this, and...

If you want to find dirt on me, wait until after I’m dead and buried.

Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red.

It may be 9:01 am, and I may have a 9-5 business, but if you are a politician, I’m closed. Come back at 5:01—and bring your own coffin.

A sematary,” I say. “A what?” Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard...

I went to visit my dad. He didn’t say a word to me. Or if he did, I couldn’t hear it through the grass, the dirt, and his coffin lid.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

I just want to die knowing that I’ve made a difference in the world… or at least a difference to someone, no matter how small the difference.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

All primitive people are frightened of owls,’ said Harley. ‘The villagers here are scared to death of the gufo. Birds of ill omen. If they see one, they think they’ll die. But they never do....

The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.

When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.

Lord help my poor soul.

What happens if a car comes? We die.

We never actively remember death,’ Odenigbo said. The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die.

I tried to hang myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

Death is Permanent, Fear is Choice.

Killing is easy,” said Mo, “Dying is harder…

Oh, that’s the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves...

Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he...

The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again…