Loss is merely a tool for evaluation, organization, determination and actualization towards being the best you that you can possibly be.

No,’ Nico said. ‘Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.’ As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could’ve been talking about himself. He decided not...

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive...

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep odds, and defeat must be the other.

Tell her thisAnd more,—That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a childWith surplus of toys.

Believing in the possibility of resurrection and eternal life, Christians seek ‘redemption’ through moral behaviour. But moral behaviour does not, in itself, assuage fear of death, on the contrary, when people come to view themselves...

That’s what life is all about – you’re busy, I’m busy, and the end result is death. Sooner or later, that’s what it comes to. (“The Death Of Wang Asao”)

You’re dead, George. You just don’t have the sense to lie down.

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

O weep for Adonis – He is dead.” “Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep – he hath wakened from the dream of life

It’s sad to see a restaurant go out of business because the owner died, after being cannibalized by hungry customers.

..the nuclear family from across the street, which, as a result of decay, truly did have 2.5 kids;

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him...

This was how I would die. Strangled by an attractive, seminaked woman inside a fridge with a giant tarantula in the middle of a sea of carnivorous jam. As I blacked out, all I could...

Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.

Forgive me, Magnus.’‘I don’t know if I can.’‘You must.’Still looking into the distance, he said, ‘You need my forgiveness?’‘No. I’m dead. You can do nothing for me. You need to forgive me so you can...

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate, the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark...

I wish I could recommend the experience of not being killed to everyone.

Qu’est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l’action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin....

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he’d have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

The unknown…the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought…The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.

To know how glorious you are, it is only after your death.

Why live unless you live large? Death is a reality, always present, waiting, with that in mind, live today, it is everything you own.

Suicide is an attack on society–an attack on its omnipotence, on its denial of death, and on its own despair.

Being wise and being smart are two different things anyone can be smart but those who master the art of knowing what to overlook in this journey called life deserves to be called wise.

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when...

Whatever thought grips the mind at the time of death is the one which will propel it and decide for it the nature of its future birth. Thus if one wants to attain god after...

IF you want to be a winner than follow one simple rule and feed it in your mind. Take each task and work as ” Do it yourself project.

goodbye”, because they won’t be coming back, ever. When will you get that into your thick head?

As if when on a winter’s night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegns, a single sparrow should fly swiftly into the hall, and coming in at one door should instantly fly out through...

I was lost in a void of perpetual darkness. Disconnected from myself. Turned inside out. No sign of life. Eventually, the darkness was my light and the void a haven – a quiet place where...

There was once a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, and lived a million lives, and in those lives, various people owned him. None of those people he cared for. This cat was...

It’s a hard thing to explain to somebody who hasn’t felt it, but the presence of death and danger has a way of bringing you fully awake. It makes things vivid. When you’re afraid, really...

We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant.

I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima

We aren’t haunted by the dead, but by the impossible reach of history. By how unknowable these others are to us, how unfathomable we’d be to them.

Sometimes you have to risk life, in order to live, and gamble death, to sacrifice life.

I think about death sometimes. Analytically, of course.

They died together; they’ll always be remembered together. It’s decided, once and for all. He was hers.

I loved my mother too,’ I said. ‘I still do. That’s the thing – it never goes away, even if the person does.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was – you know, the central figure in the drama...

The sound is gone. There’s nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them...

THE BARROW In this high field strewn with stones I walk by a green mound, Its edges sheared by the plough. Crumbs of animal bone Lie smashed and scattered round Under the clover leaves And...

Humans are amazing ritual animals, and it must be understood that the Tzutujil, nor any other real intact people, do not ‘practice’ rituals. Just as a bear must turn over stumps searching for beetles, real...

In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the people,...

I’ll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will be my first odes, and they will not end until I...

It was not my intention to collapse; no, I would die standing.

That’s the source of the meditation on death I’ve carried in my heart all my life.

Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle.