Oh great, the retirement capital of the world. I’ll be dead within a decade.

There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and woman to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store,Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers & Sisters, I bid you bewareOf...

Nothing is certain but death and taxidermy.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

The fastest way to die is to live a lie

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

When love dissipates, it’s like dancing with daisies at midnight, and you don’t get easy at it when you’re deceased. And make no mistake, you will die before romance will.

I’d love to live forever except the person that made this game board has a tendency to occasionally knock some pieces off

My #love stories have happy endings, because I stop the tales before dejection, dementia, and death occur.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

We are mortals all, human and nonhuman, bound in one fellowship of love and travail. No one escapes the fate of death. But we can, with caring, make our good-byes less tormented. If we broaden...

Love doesn’t go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Not that there seems to be any appropriate place to bury someone, but these municipal cemeteries, or any cemetery at all for that matter, like the ones by the highway, or the ones in the...

Death and destruction are necessary to the health of the world, and therefore as natural, and lovable, as birth and life. Only priests and born cowards moan and weep over dying. Brave men face it...

When you’re on your deathbed, you won’t regret not having spent more time cleaning. Buy brown carpet, to camouflage the coffee stains.

I choose to believe that my father is still alive, that he has survived death, outlived us all, and possesses the soul that goes on and lives forever; We just cannot see him yet, for...

There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty.

After that [father’s death] I never cried with any real conviction, nor expected much of anyone’s God except indifference, nor loved deeply without fear that it would cost me dearly in pain. At the age...

He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence...

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

If every man on Earth could take with him on death even a handful of mud from the Earth, there would have been nothing much left and mud would have been rationed at so many...

those who believed in the Good Lord, for whom death was just a journey, and it didn’t make them sad at all

My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever...

Lew had never seen a dead man before. He just stood there, and looked and looked. Then he went a step closer, and looked some more. ‘So that’s what it’s like!’ he murmured inaudibly. Finally...

Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an...

Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind; only with the death...

The question of afterlife disappears, when we start to recognize the fact that we did not existed before our birth and the same will happen after death.

Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Fly (poem from the book Blue Bridge)Delicate, / butterfly winged, / we vainly push against the sky, / each trying to find our place.Yes, we are going to die, / let’s not beat about the...

The Art of Living is to be yourself. It is to be true to yourself. The Art of Living is learning to live with love, awareness and truth. Meditation is the way to learn The...

My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,...

Reader one moment stop and think,That I am in eternity and you are on the brink.

For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one’s feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, – still...

Every moment, many are born and many die. But man has to discover how to ‘avoid’ death.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

A Second Childhood.”When all my days are endingAnd I have no song to sing,I think that I shall not be too oldTo stare at everything;As I stared once at a nursery doorOr a tall tree...

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for—if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

You have to appreciate life before you want to preserve it,” she said.”And it’s the survivors who maintain the most light and poignant hold upon the beauties of living. Women know this more often than...

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable...

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

… “The world is afflicted with death and decay, therefore the wise do not grieve, knowing the terms of the world,” says an old Buddhist teaching. In other words: Get used to it.

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta...

Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you...

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

The obsession with the afterlife is born of a panic at not having memories of a before-life.