The first time is always the hardest

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

Amy [Winehouse] increasingly became defined by her addiction. Our media though is more interested in tragedy than talent, so the ink began to defect from praising her gift to chronicling her downfall. The destructive personal...

In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep

Some historians subsequently said that the twentieth century actually started in 1914, when war broke out, because it was first war in history in which so many countries took part, in which so many people...

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and...

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Não se pode repetir os velhos tempos. Como o nome já diz, esses tempos são velhos. Novos tempos não podem ser nunca como os velhos tempos. Quando se tenta, eles parecem tão somente antigos e...

Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by...

Reaction timeTouch the underside of a penny you find on the streetDoesn’t feel any different unless you close your eyesI can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teethThere’s an explanation I’m...

There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man’s life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable...

The festivity had reached that apogee of joy when you face the happy fate of being crushed to death.

One day when I die, I will take your tears in me; as provision for my long journey to the gods.

I had a dream about you. Too many people died that day for us to talk about love. But through the stench of rotting corpses, all I could think about was how beautiful you were...

O comportamento ritual não só revela realidades práticas e mundanas, é também um teatro vivo da psicologia colectiva e uma das mais ricas expressões da ideologia e crenças – mentalidade – de uma sociedade. Afinal...

And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, if a tear, when thou art dying,Should haply fall from me,It is but that my soul is...

His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman’s hair like a fishing hook and drag her back to death.

Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt

A little politeness might smooth the way ahead. Knowing it was his turn to be dispatched, the best he could hope for was as swift a death as the one Massetti had so thanklessly received.

How could a person have and do all these stupid things–clip coupons and double lock the front door–and then one day just cease to exist?

Keep your words. This pain is no life.” “You only feel pain because you’re alive, boy!” the keeper thundered. “This is the mystery of it. Life is lived on the ragged edge of the cliff....

Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you apart.

Death is the reward for living

To Suspect your Own Mortality is to Know the Beginning of Terror; To Learn Irrefutably that you are mortal is to Know the End of Terror.

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub...

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

I loved him. We all loved him so much.” I started crying, too, and I wondered if these guys had told the football player they loved him while he was alive, or whether it was...

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Ya me sobrará tiempo para descansar cuando me muera, pero esta eventualidad no está todavía en mis proyectos.

When I Am Dead, My DearestWhen I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree:Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...

If I were a shovel salesman, my biggest customers would be murderers. Oh, and spurned lovers trying to bury the past.

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we’re old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner...

O young girl, throw yourself again into the water so that I might have a second time the chance to save the two of us!” A second time, eh, what imprudence! Suppose, dear sir, someone...

Die, die we all pass away, But don’t wear a frown coz it’s really okay,And you might try to hide, And you might try to pray,But we all end up remains of the day.

Pray GOD by HEART, Not by HABIT.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

Life is a do-it-yourself project.

He’d fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won’t be incarnated or lost in the oblivion. One day, I will just stop existing…...

When we die…we fall asleep, and are immersed in a dream state.However,when we are born, the ideal is to come out of the dream state and into full-waking consciousness.”-Serena Jade

So you have chosen…..Death.

Life of a man revolves around happiness and sadness, love and hatred, crime and justice, riddles and solutions, positives and negatives, and then there’s an ultimate end; death.

I’d like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it’s quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. The wounds they leave behind may smart, but...

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living...

Life happens, whether you’re in it or not, but death doesn’t give you a choice.

Convinced that we’re living the whole time that we’re dying.We decide to go out walking the whole time that you’re talking.Convinced that you’re living whole time that I’m dying.