LIFE IS LIKE A FRESH DAY, DEATH IS THE NIGHT WHEN THE DAY ENDS.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Life is too short when you think of the length of death

He handed me something done up in paper. ‘Your mask,’ he said. ‘Don’t put it on until we get past the city-limits.’ It was a frightening-looking thing when I did so. It was not a...

If in fact your time to be called before God, you typically won’t know it. Sometimes you will, and these are the hardest of times: When the blood pours from your nose and down your...

I know there’s no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will...

Death is never swift… No matter how those left behind would like to comfort themselves with the thought. -Before Ever After

If I lived by some code, my actions would become predictable. The enemy would take advantage of this and I’d be killed. An honorable death doesn’t exist. Death is death. But it’s funny that survival...

The adjacent shores resounded with the alternate shouts of the sons of liberty and the groans of their parting spirits.

I had a dream about you. Flowers were overflowing in the cemetery, so we decided to have a picnic there. You brought apple pie, and I brought my Aunt Mildred, who’d been dead for some...

How can non-existence get sick of itself?Everytime you wake up, you appear again out of nowhere. And so does everything else. Death just means the replacement of the usual morning waking with something else, something...

If they will only hold their hands until the season is over, he promises them a royal carnival, when all grudges can he settled and the survivors may toss the non-survivors overboard and arrange a...

Ich habe das Gefühl, als würde sich Säure statt Blut durch meine Adern fressen”, erklärte er. “Wenn ich spreche, habe ich Angst, einen Teil meiner Eingeweide auszuspucken. Hätte ich eine Morphiumspritze zur Hand, würde ich...

If we followed our feelings all the time, we’d be like cats chasin’ their tails.

The only people I am aware of who don’t have troubles are gathered in peaceful, little neighborhoods. There is never a care, never a moment of stress and never an obstacle to ruin a day....

It is important to recognize when you have been detached from life for too long. The fact is you are still alive, and I can only imagine that your loved one would want you to...

A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death

If We Must DieIf we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursèd lot.If we must...

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

What would our hospitality look like if we believed that Jesus’s death on the cross was the measure of God’s compassion for someone?

Dying is an art.Like everything else,I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

Losing a mate to death is devastating but it’s not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it’s an insult beyond comparison.

Death is nothing at all,I have only slipped into the next roomI am I and you are youWhatever we were to each other, that we are still.Call me by my old familiar name,Speak to me...

The moon fled eastward like a frightened dove, while the stars changed their places in the heavens, like a disbanding army.’Where are we?’ asked Gil Gil.’In France,’ responded the Angel of Death. ‘We have now...

How do you go on knowing that you will never again – not ever, ever – see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second...

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.””It’s not a fashion accessory.

Fear is the death of love, love is the death of fear.

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.

Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything.

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...

Death is the welcome cessation of idiocy.

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.

I wanted to ask my father about his regrets. I wanted to ask him what was the worst thing he’d ever done. His greatest sin. I wanted to ask him if there was any reason...

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...

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

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 diseased, anyway, are more interesting than the healthy. The words of the diseased, even those who can manage only a murmur, carry more weight than those of the healthy. Then, too, all healthy people...

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...

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.