Work hard or don’t work hard, either way your hair will turn gray. I should let you be alone while you die, slowly.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

If I were facing a firing squad, I’d ask them to hold on just one second, because I have a wedgie and it is very uncomfortable. Let me adjust myself, and then you can shoot...

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

I drink coffee like steam is the ghost of dead water. Ever tried inhaling the afterlife?

Love is the first feeling we felt since birth and the last thing will need in Death.

The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead. They called them both the ‘Silent People’; and the Milky Way they thought was the path along which the dead...

As Socrates so philosophically put it, since we don’t know what death is, it is illogical to fear it.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment....

All that is not God is death.

And after a while…I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that…well, some people have to die. My powers aren’t a prescription you can get filled as needed.

When we’re all gone at last then there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do...

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then...

We’re beings toward death, we’re … two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.

When all that’s left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we’ll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

Masks camouflage the faces of both good and evil. Keeps hidden what is a truth and what is a lie.

They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a...

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

The day I became a writerit wasn’t the day a whore paid me in sexin exchange for one of my bookswhich happened often and more and moreas time went onit wasn’t the first time someone...

Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal...

Together kabobs make the world better than all the Bobs combined. Well, at least ever since Bob Ross moved on to the land of the happy trees.

Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard.We are all held in a single honour, the brave with the weaklings.A man dies still if he has done...

He had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death. To him it stood as the greatest of hurts. It was the very essence of...

I think that, with age, people come to realize that death is inevitable. And we need to learn to face it with serenity, wisdom and resignation. Death often frees us from a lot of senseless...

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?

Death makes life precious. Without it nothing would mean anything. Imagine a society without death

Take death for example. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it, and often consider its intrusion a tragic event. Yet we’d find it hard to...

There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is...

Cast a cold eyeOn life, on deathHorseman, pass by!

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that...

For it would be only for a time. Until what he knew and thought became no longer relevant or necessary and was forgotten. But that was the same with all of us. We were only...

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal. My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and...

Stars,” she whispered. “I can see the stars again, my lady.”A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. “Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.”Stars,” Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she...

Who said, ‘All Time’s delightHath she for narrow bed;Life’s troubled bubble broken’? —That’s what I said.

I guess sometimes the truth just isn’t worth believing… Personally, I’ve always felt that life’s too short for truth. I’m just here to be entertained.

You don’t know what cold is until you’ve experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

You haven’t lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.

Susannah continued. “If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to...

I remember the pain I felt, and wonder why a man who was such an accomplished liar had to tell the truth that day.

Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar’s fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination.

Whether that lady’s gentle mind, No longer with the form combinedWhich scattered love, as stars do light, Found sadness where it left delight,I dare not guess; but in this lifeOf error, ignorance, and strife,Where nothing...

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.There is one who remembers the way to your door:Life you may evade, but Death you...

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.