Death is never an ending, death is a change;Death is beautiful, for death is strange;Death is one dream out of another flowing.

There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later as old friends and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about...

Making a FistFor the first time, on the road north of Tampico,I felt the life sliding out of me,a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.I was seven, I lay in the carwatching...

How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.

Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent...

When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable...

My love disappeared, along with the evidence of her dead body.

Perspective is as simple as answering this question: If I had 5 months to live would I experience this problem differently?

When you realize that eternity is right here now, that it is within your possibility to experience the eternity of your own truth and being, then you grasp the following: That which you are was...

In life or death situations, my father has only been there once for me. So I’d like to tell him thanks for not pulling out when I needed him the most: conception.

True spiritual love is not a feeble imitation and anticipation of death, but a triumph over death, not a separation of the immortal form from the mortal, of the eternal from the temporal, but a...

If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens.

Did I hear that right? Did someone say ice cream? It’s an odd thing to say in the middle of a eulogy, but hell yes, I could go for some ice cream. We could take...

Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, ‘How do you bear it?’Finnick looks at me in disbelief. ‘I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I...

Dear Whoever-that-just-found-out-that-they-have-a-terminal-illness, don’t let that put you down. Technically, we are all dying.

You are dead. It just hasn’t occurred to you yet.

If she’s in pain now she doesn’t show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have...

Make yourself interesting to history. Master some aspect of life, and then find a different area and do something crazy. Become a painter, then round up a herd of cattle and slaughter them with your...

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…

And no bacon,” Freya added.

My last name comes after my first name, but it came before my first name, and it’ll be around after my first name dies (my first name will die with me). I wish my first...

Besides, the story is ambivalent and mysterious in its ending. Is this Alkestis returning from down below? Why does she have a veil over her face? Could it be that when we forcefully bring back...

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

We are chained to the earth by a chain of gold, but we dare not sever it; for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

There’s no justice.”Death sighed. No, he said… there’s just me.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

A job is like a politician struggling in the water. Be sure you hold it down.

You are so high in the tree.If you jumpyou will live a full lifewhile falling.You will get marriedto a hummingbirdand raise beautiful part- hummingbirds. You will die of cancerin mid-air. I will not lie. It...

War was so many things, and not the least of which confusion. What was wrong? What was right, for that matter?Was killing right or wrong? Brave or cowardly? Human nature or unnatural behavior of creatures...

No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.

But really, anybody could die any day, whether you were ready or not. It could be your pet fish or your sister or you. Nothing is the same forever. Maybe all the people on Earth...

I’d make a better lover than a dead bird. Probably.

I not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of suffering

In this world, you have to die to find peace.

Cine n-ar dori să moară vis nd că moare?

LIFE IS LIKE A FRESH DAY, DEATH IS THE NIGHT WHEN THE DAY ENDS.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Life is too short when you think of the length of death

He handed me something done up in paper. ‘Your mask,’ he said. ‘Don’t put it on until we get past the city-limits.’ It was a frightening-looking thing when I did so. It was not a...

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you’re glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant…

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of...

Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death’s gift to vulgar life so that it can live in...

Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.””Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?””How else? Though not till I’m done reading.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one’s ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone – the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there’s no fairness on earth.

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn’t know; but she felt so afraid of dying!