There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

Only Boiled Seeds are afraid of failure.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly...

I lied, but by his reaction I think he liked what I had said. I had told Shreya about Sudeshna and she was okay with our relationship, but there were a few things that I...

There will come a time,’ I said, ‘when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or...

Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and...

Death is not something you get over. It’s the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.

Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never...

What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?That, by the way, is a phrase of Julian’s. I remember it from a lecture of his on the Iliad, when...

Death was an inverse Big Bang; an impossible magic trick where everything had become nothing in the very same instant, where one state had been replaced so completely by another that no evidence of the...

You are afraid to die?’Yes, everyone is.’But to die as lovers may – to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies...

Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

Who are we to make such a decision? To allow another living being – any living being – to die, when ours is the power to prevent it? – Reed Richards (Mister Fantastic)

If death did not exist today, it would be necessary to invent it

What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.

Can I aske forgiveness for someone else, someone whose already dead?Yes, you can. Of course you can. And you can give charity in their name and you can recite the Qur’an for their sake. All...

After us they’ll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy....

Come now, Pendragon Princess. You didn’t get dressed up to die, we both know that.

The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged out at them like a famished beast. Then Rahel’s Ammu was fed...

Death always knew how to connect vice with misfortune.

This book is dedicated to those who have died as a result of mind control and/or ritual abuse, and those who have lived when they would rather have died.

hot afternoonthe squeak of my handson my daughter’s coffin

The past you lost is just like a dream. As you woke up new lifestarts. So, your actual birthday will be your death day.

‘Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o’er the...

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

Being an atheist means you have to realise that when you die, that really is it. You’ve got to make the most of what you’ve got here and spread as much influence as you can....

How do you measure the life of one person against the greater good? Can it ever be the right thing to sacrifice an innocent person? And how do you know what the greater good really...

Do you?

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its...

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth’s noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

The great Nurse, Death, takes each of us by the hand and says “its time to go home, its your bedtime, child of the earth.”

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could...

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...

I may not have any power over it at the moment, but at some point that must change. I can be very patient. I am the end of all things, nephew mine. I shall be...

I’m so tired.Once, I wanted to watch the floods coming into a canyon, to stand on the edge and see it happen, on ground that was safe but shaking. I’d like to hear the trees...

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

When the sun shall be folded up; and when the stars shall fall; and when the mountains shall be made to pass away; and when the camels ten months gone with young shall be neglected;...

Dark, primitive magic. Swords Against Death.

Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused...

Death is a personal matter, arousing sorrow, despair, fervor, or dry-hearted philosophy. Funerals, on the other hand, are social functions. Imagine going to a funeral without first polishing the automobile. Imagine standing at a graveside...

If it means my death, I don’t care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

I’d heard that if you saw a Reaper, you saw what you expected to see, what you thought the agents of Death would look like. Personally, I wanted to see little, fuzzy pink bunnies, but...

Death for [the Buddhist] is the shadow on the face of life, for the opposite of death is birth, not life; that which is born must die. Life has no opposite, for life goes on;...

It’s a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

He gets away with it because he’s strong.”This is the story of mankind.”I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.”Yes. But then I read the newspaper.

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.