sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

Just as I am watching a tongue of blue flame rising in the fire, and my lamp is burning low, the horrible contraction will begin in my chest. I shall only have time to reach...

It’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Lebih banyak orang menghadapi kematian di atas tempat tidur daripada orang yang mati di atas pesawat. Tetapi kenapa lebih banyak orang yang takut mati ketika menaiki pesawat daripada orang yang takut menaiki tempat tidur.More people...

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollarThey’re worth so much more after I’m a gonerAnd maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’Funny when you’re dead how people...

The plane had lost power in all three engines, dropped from thirty-four thousand feet to twelve thousand feet. Something like four miles. When the steep glide began, people rose, fell, collided, swam in their seats....

Scoundrels […] simply don’t die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. […] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

Risks? I have lived with the prospect of assassination for years. What risks? All men die, rich and poor alike. But if I am to die, then let it be while I fight, not like...

I was scared of living a life not worth the living. Why did I deserve to live when my sister had died? I was responsible now for two lives, my sister’s and my own, and,...

Being dead does have its advantages.”-Alastor

Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you’re alive, unaware that one day you will die.

I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on...

Oh, brothers! I don’t care for brothers. My elder brother won’t die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

The best way to dig yourself out of a hole, is with a dead guy’s fingernails. Then, once you’re out of the hole, finish burying that dead guy before the cops arrive.

Making good use of our limited time – the limited time from birth to death, as well as our limited time each day – is the key to developing inner steadiness and calm.

Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos...

I’m hypoglycemic and squeamish and liable to pass out at the first sign of blood. That happened this morning. I came into the kitchen and found blood on the floor, right next to a few...

We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.

Morbidity and Mortality RoundsForgive me, body before me, for this.Forgive me for my bumbling hands, unschooledin how to touch: I meant to understandwhat fever was, not love. Forgive me formy stare, but when I look...

Living on through loss seems by contrast as bad or worse; it means experiencing environmental deterioration, steady decline in human well-being, and increasing constraint on future human action consciously and slowly while realizing that they...

He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

Jana looked beyond him and saw Mars. She ate Mars for breakfast with her eyes.

If I asked God to see into the future 50 years, and I couldn’t see myself, I wouldn’t assume I was dead. No, I’d assume I was simply hiding.

No one knew what she was doing in Colonia Hidalgo, although it was most likely, according to the police, that she’d been taking a walk and had come upon death purely by chance.

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.

The walls were coming down around me, but still, I couldn’t imagine telling the truth. Not now. It was too late. How can I tell Mom and Dad what we’d done? It would ruin everything....

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.

Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their...

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death

Why is man obliged to learn ignorance?

If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button.

When my parents passed on, and we read their wills, we discovered something we didn’t at all expect, especially from our devoutly Catholic mother: they had both left instructions that their bodies be donated to...

In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the life of a soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals...

My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

You fear them because you fear death, and rightly: for death is terrible and must be feared,’ the mage said…’And life is also a terrible thing,’ Ged said, ‘and must be feared and praised.

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible...

Mom wholeheartedly… She loved me—and inspired me—with transcending devotion. It was a blessing—to have been her son, to have been loved—without conditions. Her words of wisdom opened my eyes to the world—and to myself. By...

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.

Things die. But they don’t always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the...

Old people die not because no one cared for them but because someone they expected care from did not bother.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it’s how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves,...

When Jesus died, satan triumphed but when He resurrected, satan died

Occasionally they would hear a harsh croak or a splash as some amphibian was disturbed, but the only creature they saw was a toad as big as Will’s foot, which could only flop in a...

One of the biggest dangers on the left-hand path, according to Zeena, is that the initiate often adheres to the need of ‘maintaining his personality’, even when consciousness expands beyond every known border. The left-hand...

While we cried at birth, others were rejoicing and while we smile to death, others were crying…irony of life

You’re the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.’ ‘I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I’d be taller.