Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot...

Time is ticking, and your online twinkling is limited.

I was living my own future and my brother’s lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might...

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, and be the one who ended up in that accident, completely dead… but you know what? It wouldn’t change anything. All I can do now that...

I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand – his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.

When we can’t understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to...

Darkness and light. Black and white. But which is death, and which is life?

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

Life and all that is in it is a gift from the infinite mind / God;And the only way that life can go wrong is by the limited finite mind / Man.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

I often think about this, that is, I imagine to myself that here is Vera, dead, totally motionless, lying on the table, in a coffin… and I too, of course can no longer live. But...

Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant...

It was not right, thought Han Fei-tzu, for his wife to die before him: her ancestor-of-the-heart had outlived her husband. Besides, wives should live longer than husbands. Women were more complete inside themselves. They were...

Every once in a while, I get the urge. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. It’s quite a thing, to experience that urge,...

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

For the funeral I needed a plus one, so I rented a hooker. And then I rented a movie. Rest in peace Grandpa, or whoever you were.

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest...

So what is it really like? What happens when people die?” Noor asks Alice Bhatti, who after finishing her shift has changed into a loose maxi and is lying down on a wheelie stretcher, her...

The greatest legacy a father can leave for his children before he departs is PEACE, otherwise his properties will go in PIECES sooner that he dies.

All things that we ordained festival,Turn from their office to black funeral;Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,Our bridal flowers serve for a buried...

He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.

Football teams that lost their matches can have many other chances to play in successive seasons; but a soul that is lost through death may not have the chance to justify its potential again!

When I die I hope it may be said:’Her suffering was black, but her books were read’.

Nem csak hazai terepen futottam, hanem sokfelé. A levegő áramlásával együtt fogadtam be idegen városokat és tájakat. Ha nem a lábával, hanem a fejével fut az ember, miként Lovelock, akkor a kívánatos izommunka jellegét és...

Me: On time. Love: Late. Death: Early. Seriously, why are you late?

To my mind the defining characteristic of our era is spin, everything tailored to vanishing point by market research, brands and bands manufactured to precise specifications; we are so used to things transmuting into whatever...

…there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

That’s it then. This is how it ends. I haven’t even read Proust.

His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost...

You may die a hundred deaths without a break in the mental turmoil. Or, you may keep your body and die only in the mind. The death of the mind is the birth of wisdom.

must” in mustard. Sadly, the only man alive who understands what I mean is dead. RIP Mitch Ketchup.

{The final resolutions at Robert Ingersoll’s funeral, quoted here}Whereas, in the order of nature — that nature which moves with unerring certainty in obedience to fixed laws — Robert G. Ingersoll has gone to that...

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.

The peace corps looks like peace corpse, and death isn’t a very peaceful thought to me.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

I am cursed. Everybody around me dies. It just might take a hundred years for them to do so.

Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

Her constant orders for beheading are shocking to those modern critics of children’s literature who feel that juvenile fiction should be free of all violence and especially violence with Freudian undertones. Even the Oz books...

Her name was Rose, and I’d hoped that one day our love would blossom like her name. It didn’t, so today it lives on atop a grave.

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

Death truly does have life, and walks with and lives through us everyday.

She probably thinks I have the clothes of a millionaire. And I do, but they’re still on his body, which is still in the trunk of my car.

And what this is, I realize, is life. I don’t want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I’ve been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am...

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.