…all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother’s womb!

Living appears good, long, and tiresome, but it is way too short than a single stroke of lightning.

Adam pressed his hand to his face. Sighed. “Right. It’s just that… He died. And I’m so freaking pissed off, I swear I’d punch him in the face if he were standing right here.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

They’s a heap more to God’s will than death, disapoint-ment, and like thet. Hit’s God’s will for us to be good and do good, love one another, be forgivin’…” He laughed. “I reckon I ain’t...

Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong-il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant...

Me acordé de lo que me había dicho mi madre: “Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que...

I can’t die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I’ll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine stands in our house working away in its lung-like voice. I hear it...

Golden bars make no less a prisonthan a coffin on a hill.And in caged reformation,one wanders aimless still.The rafters now a recollectionof sacred suppression.How the morning dawnstrikes mourning confession.Now Death yields a harvestof the living...

Tú mataste a mi hermano, Gryal, por ti he cruzado ríos y montañas. ¡Por ti he matado! ,Y ahora te muestras ante mí con esa cara de idiota?

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the StrandOne day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide and...

Kyubey: You have no idea how much difficulty we go through trying to understand your human values. Presently there are six billion, eight hundred million of you, and you’re increasing in number by a hundred...

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking...

You must nevertheless open yourselves to the possibility of a sentence other than death.

Yes, I do remember.After my husband died, it hurt like this. My chest felt full and heavy, and I thought then, Oh, this is what it feels like to have your heart break.

It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated my every breath. I couldn’t escape it, that persistent voice, lingering...

I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.

Ne, nė vienas žmogus ilgai negalėtų pakelti tokio liepsningo gyvenimo. Niekas negalėtų taip ilgai dieną naktį deginti visus savo žiburius, eikvoti visus savo vulkanus, niekas neįstengtų taip ilgai dieną naktį stovėti liepsnose, kasdien daug valandų...

There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won’t hail the occasion with delight.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of...

He was sorry for himself as well, for he was doomed to find life and identity in death letters.

I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!””You...

If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;–and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,–then certes...

I just got a rather nasty shock. In looking for something or other I came across the fact that one of my cats is about to be nine years old, and that another of them...

This is me being sad.Maybe you think I’m being happy in this picture. Really I’m being sad but pretending I’m being happy. I’m doing that because I think people won’t like me if I look...

If I am to die tonight, let me die a fighter.

What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming.

To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything? Why be afraid of death? To die is to...

We live as one, we die as one.

Just when it seemed my mother couldn’t bearone more needle, one more insane orange pill,my sister, in silence, stood at the endof the bed and slowly rubbed her feet,which were scratchy with hard, yellow skin,and...

It doth not hurt”, whispered a faint voice, “She will take you life and all you are and all you care’st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She’ll take...

Love is only surpassing sweet when it is directed toward a mortal object, and the secret of this ultimate sweetness only is defined by the bitterness of death. Thus the white peoples of the world...

Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

Unless their use by readers bring them to life, books are indeed dead things.

. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It’s a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it’s white, and looking at it, instead...

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

Time and death sleep side by side.

After he died, there was a deep calm to his face; he seemed a kind of unfathomable, still well which opened on and down beneath the suddenly smooth surface of his skin…The heat in him...

The next time you hear a person say, ‘I don’t have time’ or ‘I have no time,’ Take a moment to be with them. Without time, that somebody becomes a nobody.

{Yogananda on the death of his dear friend, the eminent 20th century scientist, Luther Burbank}His heart was fathomlessly deep, long acquainted with humility, patience, sacrifice. His little home amid the roses was austerely simple; he...

The shortest distance between two points is a time line, a schedule, a map of your time, the itinerary for the rest of your life.Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like...

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that...

To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising very slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure...

People use the words “beginning” and “end” to describe the start and end of things. However, “beginning” is really the event of coming together when energy gathers, and “end” is simply the dissolution of that...

This is life…Not a peace treaty, not an idealistic dream, but a grim dance of death and survival. The strong live on while the weak–the ones too small or too foolish to fight back–die in...

What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.