Do You Know That By Just Saying “I WANNA DIE” Or “I WISH I COULD DIE” …God Can Answer That Prayer???You Will Be Cancelled In The Book Of Life And At Heaven You Will Be...

There’s a saying that you can’t put a price on a human life, but that saying is a lie because we have. We have, and it’s so much lower than you would think. Yes, human...

The rest, is silence.

The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you’re talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane traveling west, crossing the...

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

The Chinese used gunpowder to make fireworks for celebrations, and the white man came along and said, Holy shit, we can use this to kill people. What better way to celebrate than that?

My Heart’s still beating for you—Very Dark and Always.

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then...

I never speed, because if I get into an automobile crash and die, I don’t want to have arrived earlier than I was supposed to for my death.

Once born, how long a man will live matters. Once dead, how long he has lived doesn’t.

The fame of his likes circulates briskly but soon grows heavy and stale; and as for history it will limit his life story to the dash between two dates.

Save your mind from a premature death by always learning something new no matter your age! Think every day, but make sure it’s not within the perimeter of the box! Think outside the box!

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

A coffin with wheels would make a great shopping cart. I’ll bet a hollowed-out body would hold a lot of soup.

Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor and as Zhirem’s cup was sure,...

Tomorrow I don’t have to work, which means I don’t have to get up. I could just die in my sleep and nobody would care for 48 hours.

And they had folded his brother’s hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed...

Missing what most of the time? The babbling faceless agora, the fame, the parties, the pop of flash bulbs? The lovers, the gaiety, the champagne? The solitude carved out of celebrity, poring over charts by...

DeathIf he is a good man, death will be a release;If he is a bad one, it will release others from him.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.

We love ourselves notwithstanding our faults, and we ought to love our friends in like manner.

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said. Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’ Yes, thought Vimes,...

What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.

What I’ve always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can...

Back then, living hadn’t had any meaning. Every so often, without any warning or any real reason, he’d even caught himself thinking, ‘Maybe I’ll try dying.’ He’d had one foot in the world of the...

When it comes to death, procrastination is encouraged.

…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions,...

I don’t want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.

The first serious consciousness of Nature’s gesture – her attitude towards life-took form then as a phantasm, a nightmare, all insanity of force. For the first time, the stage-scenery of the senses collapsed; the human...

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn’t bother to wipe its boots.

…the antidote to death was and always would be the heat and fury of life itself.

When a saint is lowered in darkness of the grave, then he is in light

The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance; it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral.

On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s...

The only certainty life contains is death.

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

Achieving the state of SABLE is not, as many people who live with these knitters believe, a reason to stop buying yarn, but for the knitter it is an indication to write a will, bequeathing...

Feathers!” spluttered Sargatanas. “Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that’s what real beings wear. I’ll tell you a secret.” He said, and drew me closer. “The eternal pain at...

Let’s be honest, the world’s always been a scary place with very little charm.” I try to brush it off as I’ve brushed off the flu, as I brushed off the death of my father...

Every flight begins with a fall

I looked at him on the bed. He coughed once and a trail of brownish dead blood came out of his mouth and ran down the side of his chin. Then he stopped breathing. And...

For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death.

We’ve replaced nearly all our emotions with fear

The picture of helpless indolence she calls herselfsublimely helpless and impotentI had done living I thoughtWas ever life so like death before? My face was so close against the tombstones, that there seemed no room...

She didn’t struggle and so she didn’t grow