How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Karsky: I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing?Hugo: No.Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death.Hugo: It is virtually certain that...

The end is everything.

And one battle looks much like another when you survey the corpses after.

We live and we die, but we are made of sterner stuff. The carbon atoms in our fingernails, the calcium in our bones, the iron atoms in our blood — all the countless trillions of...

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels…

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll...

> Why does everything that lives have to die?< So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar...

One dies the way he lives.

Part of a moon was falling down the west,Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.Its light poured softly in her lap. She sawAnd spread her apron to it. She put out her handAmong...

We know death; it’s life we don’t know.

After I leave the earth my work is anyway going to belong to the world for centuries but till that time I want to work freely.

But try to remember that a good man can never die. You will see your brother many times again-in the streets, at home, in all the places of the town. The person of a man...

Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.

Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless...

The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.

no one is as they seem, and most of life, apart from honest betrayal, is lies and deceit. And the day we discover we are no different is the day we no longer want to...

One Must Always Remember That Birth, Old Age, Disease And Death Comes At Any Moment In Regardless Of Whom We Are Or What We Have In Forms Of Material Possession.

Every subject’s duty is the King’s; but every subject’s soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience;...

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

Death changes us, the living. In the presence of death, we become more aware of life…. It can inspire us to decide what really matters in life–and then to seek it. (Founder of M.A.D.D.)

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, “Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That’s not woman’s work.””It’s needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know...

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Cancer doesn’t give a shit how much you want to live. If it wants to kill you, it will.

They are stupid, they are beasts, they are meat, they are death. I am talking simply but without any affectation.

God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling…

Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.

All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.

It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.

Everyone owes nature a death.

Only the dead, can speak about their world.

When Death laughs, no one else does

And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

I can see wherecreation oftenstops while thebody still livesand oftendoes not careto.the death of lifebefore lifedies.

‘And what would humans be without love?’ Rare, said Death.

unkindness �of ravens”?

You smell so good,””No, I don’t, I smell like death.””You’re crazy, you’re not dead. You do not smell like death.””I was dead a long time.””And now you’re not. Hence the alive smell.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.

Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its...

What is here is also there; what is there, is also here. Who sees multiplicity but not the one indivisible Self must wander on and on from death to death.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of...