İnsanlık öldü belki de hiç yaşamamıştı..!!Humanity was dead.Maybe never live too..!!

The world isn’t big enough for all of us.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

Love’s over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Death is almost never timely, even for the old.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

He saw two stars collapse against one another and a nova form; it flared up and then, as he watched, it began to die out. He saw it turn from a furiously blazing ring into...

The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you...

Smrt je preseljenje iz kuće u kuću. To nije nestanak već drugo rođenje. Kao što prsne ljuska jajeta kad se pile potpuno razvije, tako dođe vrijeme da se rastave duša i tijelo. Smrt je nužnost...

AubadeI work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a...

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter...

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Death is not the endDeath can never be the end.Death is the road.Life is the traveller.The Soul is the Guide…Our mind thinks of death.Our heart thinks of lifeOur soul thinks of Immortality

Unless a reincarnationist is willing to say there was a ‘first generation’ of souls created with the first humans, he is exposed to absurdity by the recency of human life on the planet.

Getting life insurance is like making a bet you can’t win. If you live, you don’t get the money. If you die, you don’t get to enjoy the money.

There are so many moments in our life which we cannot describe with mere words. There are not enough adjectives to justify the emotions behind such moments. Those moments are your life- they define who...

Ros was dead.He had loved heroin more than it loved him. I was shocked beyond imagining; he was the first of my friends to fall.

I can’t do this to you,’ he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. ‘Then do it for me,’ she said.

Is Dust immortal then, I ask’d him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is...

Death is, in fact, oddly pleasant, and certainly an improvement on what comes immediately before it.

Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale?

I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have...

Love?’ Echo was right. All destruction started from love, didn’t it?

Yes, I’ve killed! I’ve killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did...

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

She was smiling as she imagined herself as one more star in the sea of millions, and her body decided it had had enough, and she felt the exact moment when her power source gave...

There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we take has to be given back; a nine year old boy taught me that.

We’re not gods, Julia. We’re helpers. That’s all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn’t understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not...

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Everybody dies, but great souls ressurects in our memories.

Des années après que mon frère avait déserté ma chambre, après avoir mis en terre tous ceux qui m’étaient chers, j’offrai enfin à Simon la sépulture à laquelle il n’avait jamais eu droit. Il allait...

Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave,...

You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

I’m wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it’s stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.

Right, sorry. Go on.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.

…Opal is dead, and I don’t see how a healer can change that! It’s not something to joke about.”Joke?” Then Owen hit his forehead and cried, “That’s right, you haven’t heard!”Heard what?” asked Adrien, who...

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Dusza jest niczym płomień świecy. Choć ją zgasisz, maleńki węgielek, szarara, żarzy się w ciele. Z czasem się wypali. Ale zanim to nastąpi, ktoś kto jest biegły w nekromancji może rozpalić ten duchowy popiół, przywołać...

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in...

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

When a person dies, they cross over from the realm of freedom to the realm of slavery. Life is freedom, and dying is a gradual denial of freedom. Consciousness first weakens and then disappears. The...