She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

Until you find a cause you can die for, you are not worthy to live.

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought…?

I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return.

Our lives can’t be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

If you let something scare you to death, then the worst has happened.

When a seed sprouts, it’s a violent process. The skin breaks and splits in two. Something dies and something is born. Anytime you paint a strong or violent image, you may be expressing that part...

No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.

I can see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

Beastly of him to die before you realized he might be fascinating.

Some people would rather that you die for their beliefs than that they re-examine those beliefs.

I see black light (his last words)

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!

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply… nothing.

Like dew I was bornLike dew I vanish..and all that I have ever done Is but a dreamWithin a dream

Once the soul has left the body it had to walk across a bridge as narrow as a knife edge, with paradise on the right and, on the left, a series of circles that lead...

What a terrible thing it is for children to see death, you say. We have it all wrong. If you make a child terrified of death, he won’t embrace it so easily. And death must...

We all die one day, but jewels never fade or perish. Through our children we live. That’s how we cheat death.

Be of good cheer about death, and know this of a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.

Smiling at death seems like a pretty bold act. And so I smile like a damned fool.

LADY LAZARUSI have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it–A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right footA paperweight,My face a featureless, fineJew linen.Peel off the napkinO my enemy.Do...

If I beat my grandmother to death to-morrow in the middle of Battersea Park, you may be perfectly certain that people will say everything about it except the simple and fairly obvious fact that it...

What mancan you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he isdying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death;...

Sorry to hear about your Dad.”He shrugged. “He was seventy, and we always told him fast food would kill him.””Heart attack?””He was hit by a Pizza Express truck.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

Well…yeah. It just goes to show. (Peabody)Show what (Dallas)You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you’re dead. (Peabody)

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

Look, look,’ cried the count, seizing the young man’s hands – “look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the...

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

To die famous is the goal of the immortal. To die young is the goal of the healthy. To die memorably is the goal of the survivor.

Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother’s things.From the earth, I took her poppies.I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on,loving the wild and Moorish music of them,coating her tongue with...

Find answers in your weakness and surprise in your strength and always remember the golden rule every failure has HOPES

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to...

You must teach the child of the signs that come to the women of our family when there is trouble and death to be.

and I told myself — as I’ve told myself before — that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I...

Life was a bloody battlefield until I conquered the enemy and won the war. Now, life is a journey, and I am a warrior. Prepared for anything and weakened by nothing. There are hills and...

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.