I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

Wisdom is a true activity of compassion. And so, meditation is the act of loving kindness. It is the activity where loving kindness is applied on all levels.

Suffering invites us to place our hurts in larger hands. In Christ we see God suffering – for us. And calling us to share in God’s suffering love for a hurting world. The small and...

Birth and death – what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it’s freakish, let’s face it.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

Top 10 Deathbed Regrets:1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life other people expected of me.2. I wish I took time to be with my children...

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

To hear of a thousand deaths in war is terrible, and we “know” that it is. But as it registers on our hearts, it is not more terrible than one death fully imagined.

Thank Heaven! the crisis –The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last –, and the fever called ”Living” is conquered at last.

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

But where corpses were buried secretly, there the grass grows thick; such signs (and there are ever so many others!) may be read by those to whom truth is more important than beauty.

Let the pain & suffering of all that appears to be lost, be soothed, healed & comforted.

Who worries for dying? If I close my eyes tonight, I will either dream, or not, or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen, and I...

As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you’re a kid again, poking around in your...

Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought that a very romantic idea, but she’d dismissed it as a...

His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death.

ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION...

I bowl with cannonballs, because this is war, 1863 style. I could probably bowl a perfect 300 game using only half the deaths at Gettysburg.

a penny for my thoughts oh no i’ll sell em for a dollar their worth so much more after im a goner and then maybe you’ll hear the words ive been singing funny when your...

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death.

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones’ll soon be here, who never grow old, can’t die, that’s what they say, can’t die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long...

Time and space were, from Death’s point of view, merely things that he’d heard described. When it came to Death, they ticked the box marked Not Applicable. It might help to think of the universe...

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can’t seem to manage anything when I’m living.

Becky was a weed. Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants. People went to all extremes to make them go away. They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt...

And in the happy no-time of his sleeping/ Death took him by the heart.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

When I lay down on my deathbed, I want to know that I have done all I could to be a first rate human, not a third rate pawn of the gods.

Would a harsh word ever fall from lips which now breathed only love? Would the step whose lightest footfall now made her heart leap, ever sound in her ear like a death knell?

Then the voice – which identified itself as the prince of this world, the only being who really knows what happens on Earth – began to show him the people around him on the beach....

Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness in dying as in procreation.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

AlmondineTo her, the scent and the memory of him were one. Where it lay strongest, the distant past came to her as if that morning: Taking a dead sparrow from her jaws, before she knew...

Truth begets knowledge and knowledge begets power.

All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That’s all I want.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there...

I was saddened to hear about a death in her family. I’d much rather hear about many deaths in her family.

When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves...

You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it was you who have spared her this suffering — to be sure, at the price that now you have to survive and mourn...

As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.

people talking about you doesn’t matter when you are in coffin, its only matter to you when you are alive to hear them.

It is often thought that spirits in the after-world do not breathe as we might do – and that in being dead, one does not require inhaling and exhaling anything.Well, they do exchange ethers, and...

When the weather’s nice, my parents go out quite frequently and stick a bunch of flowers on old Allie’s grave. I went with them a couple of times, but I cut it out. In the...

And now she was thinking of her own death, with her heart gripped not by fear but by the excitement of a great discovery, the feeling that she was about to learn what she had...

It’s okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But that’s what I want and I could see...