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.

Death for [the Buddhist] is the shadow on the face of life, for the opposite of death is birth, not life; that which is born must die. Life has no opposite, for life goes on;...

It’s a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked with kings and conversed in languages never heard in this land....

He gets away with it because he’s strong.”This is the story of mankind.”I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.”Yes. But then I read the newspaper.

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Who we are is determined by the actions we take, the words we choose to say, the people we love. And for some that love brings hope. For others, courage. And for some, the luckiest...

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

There is no death in remembrance. Remember me, Sarah. Remember me, and a part of me will always be with you.” – Martha Carrier to her daughter, Sarah Carrier

Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.

Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it now is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised again if it submits to death. It is...

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at...

For a moment we sit in silence. Eventually, I turn to him and say, “Do you believe in God?” His eyes narrow for a moment and he stares at me at me for a while....

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

I think that life would suddenly seem wonderful to us if we were threatened to die as you say. Just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies, it–our life–hides from us, made invisible...

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was...

This is what I think aboutwhen I shovel compostinto a wheelbarrow,and when I fill the long flower boxes,then press into rowsthe limp roots of red impatiens—the instant hand of Deathalways ready to burst forthfrom the...

It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets.”Pass through,” she said when Deborah reached her. “We saw you coming.” The wicket gate became a...

It doesn’t matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

Spirits didn’t notice death. By the rule of impermanence, what was meant to break simply broke, and there was only the next breaking and the next.

The SuicideNot a single star will be left in the night.The night will not be left.I will die and, with me,the weight of the intolerable universe.I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions,the continents and faces.I...

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

After death something new begins, over which all powers of the world of death have no more might.

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could...

The government (or humanity) would not permit capital punishment for one man, but they permitted the murder of millions a little at a time.

In the depression, was I ever suicidal; or in other words, did I ever think about taking my life? I’m not sure if I ever pondered this act but, honestly, I did not care whether...

Yes, King Edward VI lived only a few years, poor boy, but he lived them worthily.

The activity of loving kindness is the bridge that allows you to slowly, slowly realise the wisdom and perfection of this moment.

Kufanikiwa katika maisha lazima kitu fulani ambacho si cha kawaida kitokee katika maisha yako, bila kujali uko upande wa Yesu au upande wa Shetani. Kufanikiwa katika maisha ni sawa na kwenda mbinguni, au kuishi mbinguni...

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that’s that—the million-year nap? Or will some part...

I cannot live to hear the news from England.But I do prophesy th’ election lightsOn Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.So tell him, with th’ occurents, more and less,Which have solicited – the rest is...

What you don’t think about when you’re planning for children is when you’re going to teach them how not to be killed

I’m not afraid of death really, just what comes after.

Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole...

As usual, he saves his wife’s for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take...

Don’t interfere!” The Doctor silenced her angrily. “I cannot will my own destruction.

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into...

When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit

We are only chance visitants to this jungle of blind mutations. The natural world existed when we did not, and it will continue to exist long after we are gone. The supernatural crept into life...

We’re always on breath away from something–living or dying–, sometimes it just can’t be helped.

if the goddes can forgive her, can’t we?””I think there’s a big difference between forgiving her and makin her into something she wasn’t just because she’s dead

I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place whereeverything I’ve ever known is coming apart. I...

Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you...

You laugh as you sing about dying, you drug yourself up, but you can still see clearly, and you die as you break into a fit of laughter, because asi es la vida in this...

IT’S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY’RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE.

Those who tell the young man to live well and the old man to die well is nothing but a fool, not only for what life has in happiness to both young and old, but...