The young doe, Marena, said, “In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.

You’re going to die tomorrow. You’re going to die, because I am going to kill you Jimmy

And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one...

They say that if you really want to kill yourself, no one can stop you. There are too many ways to do it. You can jump off a bridge or a building. You can hang...

The only people who fear death are the ones who haven’t lived.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

We are all the walking wounded in a world that is a war zone. Everything we love will be taken from us, everything, last of all life itself. Yet everywhere I look, I find great...

I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the kind that we experience in ourselves. Neither can I nor would I want to conceive of an...

…Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel’s hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.

Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the...

This is what I find so strange: we are not necessarily kind to animals. We use them, we eat them. But we don’t like them to suffer. Yet humans must. They have to wait for...

Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger… it all fades- except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we’ve fallen...

The stony silence of death, trapped by the original gravity of our sins,and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn, a world where blood and bone no longer matter.

I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn’t really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I...

I don’t know who to write to anymore… They’ve changed their souls, that’s a way to be disloyal, to forget, to keep talking about something else.

The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won’t be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at...

From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to...

The minutes felt as long as years and I couldn’t be in the sort of time that didn’t move, that instead stood still and all I could think of was being allowed to die, being...

How great inexperience and innocence is. On the authority of their parents they go to a place where they could meet their death; for the Zirder in flood is very dangerous and, given the ignorance...

I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn’t expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since...

A cult leader alone in his beliefs is just a crazy dude with a beard.

Like the end, the myth of the beginning overlaps the cycle of birth and death, unfolding like a Möbius strip in ceaseless continuum, which is the paradox that sits above and beyond intellectual explanation in...

Quit lying to yourself and accept your power and beauty. Liberate yourself from the slow-death you call life.

All through life there were distinctions – toilets for men, toilets for women; clothes for men, clothes for women – then, at the end, the graves are identical.

And when you die only your thoughts that have reached paper remain. Finally when someone stumbles upon those words, reads about your loves and your losses, you touch them emotionally and for a time they...

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

Life is too short not to look beyond it.

I didn’t want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.

So I do fear death in the sense that I find the prospect of dying pretty scary. But I no longer fear that I will one day be annihilated and cease to exist.

Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body–Jesus, how the body!–took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn...

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’re married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we...

The thing with dying, well, with death really, is that there’s a difference between being someone who knows they can really die at any time and someone who doesn’t.

The trees are a thousand times taller than me, and hundreds of years older, and the rocks and leaves and plants and animals never do anything silly like kill each other or fall in love...

I was terrified of death by the time I was three or four, actively if not lucidly. I had frequent nightmares about snakes and scary neighbors. By the age of four or five, I was...

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what I had to do, but I was a gibbering idiot. It never went away. I never again felt the...

I used to be terrified of death. My grandfather was terminal in the hospital across from my high school, yet I never visited him. That fact still haunts me to this day. Years later, my...

Mas um homem não deixa de ser homem, quando morre?Não deixa de ser homem quando morre, não senhor; lembras-te do nosso avô?, o nosso avô era um cão velho entre flores, e morreu assim, como...

Death always wins

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

Love? Nikolas?

the sensation of trying to escape… but never being able to… i’m sure i felt that… that’s… death

I will die the way I learned to live. Fully aware. At peace. With a heart so full of love that even as it slows, it is still full.Because I know something the Scientists refuse...

Dead men cannot take effective action; their power of influence on others lasts only till the grave. Deeds and actions that energise others belong only to the living. Well, then, look at the facts in...

She died in my arms, saying, “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I...

Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.

Around three a.m. he feels a presence in the room. He sees, for the pulse of a moment, a figure at the foot of his bed, against the wall or painted onto it perhaps, not...

We knit alone our life, before seeing by it our shroud. (Nous tricotons notre vie seule, Avant d’y voir notre linceul)

Death is just the last scene of the last act.