Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

The simple view is that medicine exists to fight death and disease, and that is, of course, its most basic task. Death is the enemy. But the enemy has superior forces. Eventually, it wins. And,...

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.

It was all death.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.

Mortality rose.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without...

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust’s reply was ‘To be separated from Mama.’) I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be...

death is an escape from rude realty for a while

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to...

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it...

Death is not the end of life but the beginning of eternal life.

Did you get notes for me?””No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.

If with pleasure you are viewingAny work a man is doing;If you like him or you love him, tell him now.Don’t withhold your approbationTill the preacher makes orationAnd he lies with snowy lilies o’er his...

Madoka: Won’t anyone notice that Mami-san is dead?Homura: Mami Tomoe’s only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of...

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England’s.

I find relief from the questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may...

The real hell of this,” he told her, “is that you’re going to get through it.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

We are all resigned to death: it’s life we aren’t resigned to.

He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, ‘I am not afraid.

For 3 million you could give everyone in Scotland a shovel, and we could dig a hole so deep we could hand her over to Satan in person (on Margaret Thatcher)

Yes, and our sister’s sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere – not anywhere. The...

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

After a lifetime of wanting to be loved, she didn’t think she could bear it if it finally happened just before she was about to die.

I also remember being struck by de Sade’s will, in which he asked that his ashes be scattered to the four corners of the earth in the hope that humankind would forget both his writings...

Wait,” said Butler. “Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan.” He squinted through the green dome. “What is your plan, Artemis?”All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.

They had…finished their lives before their death – which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.

Yes, I lay in my grave. But if you lie in a grave long enough, you get accustomed to it and you don’t want to part from it. He had given me a pill of...

When the clock stops on a life, all things emanating from it become precious, finite, and cordoned off for preservation. Each aspect of the dead person is removed from the flux of the everyday, which,...

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The fantasies of dying could be no stranger than the fantasies of living. Survival is perhaps the strangest fantasy of them all.

Ah, gençliğimin mabedi o sevgili nerelerde! Kaybolacak idiyse onu ne diye tanıdım ben?.. Kendi kendime: Çılgınsın! diyorum, artık bulunması olanaksız bir şey arıyorsun!Ama ben ona, o sevgiliye bir zamanlar sarılmıştım. Kalbinin atışlarını duymuştum. Yüce yaradılışı...

If You KnewWhat if you knew you’d be the lastto touch someone?If you were taking tickets, for example,at the theater, tearing them,giving back the ragged stubs,you might take care to touch that palmbrush your fingertipsalong...

But then, staring at the label on one crate, which readSWORD-CANE-DLUBECK SHOE TREE-HORASUITS (3)-HORAASSORTED HANDKERCHIEFS (6)-HORAJosef felt a bloom of dread in his belly, and all at once he was certain that it was not...

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doorsMany a frozen night, and merrilyAnswered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:”At Mrs Greenland’s Hawthorn Bush,” said he,”I slept.” None knew which bush. Above the town,Beyond...

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

The day before the Queen’s Ball, Father had a visitor–a very young girl with literary aspirations, someone Lord Lytton had recommended visit Father and sent over–and while Father was explaining to her the enjoyment he...

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He’s this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot...

I thought of Bobby, of the last look he had given me, and at that moment I understood one of the differences between man and cat: man knows he’s going to die, so he can...

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn’t final and irrevocable.

She bent and placed a single daisy upon the grave. A simple white daisy. The plainest of flowers, perhaps the purest, Elspeth thought. It had cost next to nothing at all, and perhaps that was...

Mama said it’s probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don’t think I really...

Eventually our whole world, every culture, will explode and we’ll all just be fucking cosmic dust. We’ll all dissipate. We’ll all be nothing and everything. What’s more spiritual than that?

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTHI do not carry a sickle or scythe.I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold.And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me...

This women is all about the kiss—the kiss of death. But if her sinister lips offer the joy of heaven, followed by the torment of hell, then I’ll be the first to pucker up.