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...

People twenty-five and up just sat around waiting to die. That was what I’d thought.So while I was waiting to die, I looked at bras. The last thing on my mind was comfort. It seemed...

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.

I am afraid of reduction. After a lifetime’s independence- yes, selfish independence- I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke...

Vă e milă de mine, nu? Sunt singur, n-am un ban, sunt paralizat și abia am împlinit 28 de ani. Dar pocnesc din degete drept sub nasul vostru și, cu egală aroganță, mi-e milă mie...

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd...

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.[Alexander’s tombstone epitaph]

If it is perfectly acceptable for a widow to disfigure herself or commit suicide to save face for her husband’s family, why should a mother not be moved to extreme action by the loss of...

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

Without virtue, it is hard to bear the results of good fortune suitably. Those who lack virtue become arrogant and wantonly aggressive when they have these other goods. They think less of everyone else, and...

It’s only water,” she said.”Tell that to a drowning man,” Giddon said.

Spiritual practice is allowing the temple (your body) to be full of light and to live life as a total celebration.

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.

Every man believes to some extent that the world began when he was born and, at the moment of leaving it, suffers at having to let the Universe remain unfinished.

When you judge other people without wanting to know the true story behind their actions, is usually when there is something inside of you that is so broken that if you found out what you...

The Victorians lost a few workers in everything they built, rather like a votive offering.

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Dance with me, Death, I am ready.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back — to be sucked back — into it?

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower–Peter

The taste one gets of death in dreams I find more penetrating and atmospheric than the ordinary fear one might suffer while awake.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark. My father’s advice when I couldn’t sleep as a little girl. He wouldn’t want me to do that now but I’ve set my mind to the task...

They Served…reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken…

Thus the vocation of the baptized person is a simple thing: it is to live from day to day, whatever the day brings, in this extraordinary unity, in this reconciliation with all people and all...

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was...

It’s better to burn out than fade away.

Death: ‘There are better things in the world than alcohol, Albert. Albert: ‘Oh, yes, sir. But alcohol sort of compensates for not getting them.’

I wondered how many other things had flown past me into death. Perhaps many. Perhaps I was flying past them, like the grim reaper, signaling the end. This would explain so much.

How do you get all those coins?” asked Mort.IN PAIRS.

He had forgotten they lived with a rope around their necks – until it cinched.

I’m not afraid of death because I don’t believe in it.It’s just getting out of one car, and into another.

you can pass a football,you can gas,but you yourself cannot just pass~cam after lilly’s mother informs her that lilly has passed

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

Let me lose everything on earth and the world beyond, but let me not lose what I’m craving for, let it be that i died on the way than retreating from getting it.

They say even death can’t cure an idiot.-Ririn

Kuzaliwa na kuishi ni mibaraka mikubwa ya Mwenyezi Mungu kuliko yote duniani.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language…everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights...

A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just...

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

The bulletproof vest–‘bullet resistant,’ technically–is made of two double panels of a synthetic material called Kevlar, inside a cloth carrier that holds it around your torso like a lead X-ray smock. One cop wrote phrases...

You are not ready to live if you are not yet ready to die!

Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

Taylor, listen to me. I could tell you that it’s okay. That she wasn’t a wonderful person, or I didn’t love her. I could tell you that she’s happier now, and her life would’ve been...

Would you like me to [kill you] now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!One thing at least is certain – This Life flies;One thing is certain and the rest is Lies -The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

That is not dead which can eternal lie,And with strange aeons even death may die.

Kun olen kuollut, kun olen kuollut.Kesä jatkuu. Kesä.