The bad news is the butcher’s dead. The good news is there’ll be no need for a funeral, and I’ve got enough meat to last for weeks.

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.

Treat this world as I do, like a wayfarer; like a horseman who stops in the shade of a tree for a time, and then moves on.

If I could find one wordthat would shudder the airlike that frightened sob,that wordless prayerof my newly-born,who drew one breath,and with unopened eyessank back into death;If I could break the world’s cold heartwith that cry,then...

Dream headline from Orafouraville Times: Man Let Go By Employer, Falls To Death

History has to live with what was here,clutching and close to fumbling all we had -it is so dull and gruesome how we die,unlike writing, life never finishes.

Suicide pact: I’ll shoot you, and then you’ll shoot me.

In the whole vast dome of living nature there reigns an open violence. A kind of prescriptive fury which arms all the creatures to their common doom: as soon as you leave the inanimate kingdom...

People are trying to kill people. Well, those people need to die.

… he wasn’t crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

Death doesn’t have to be the end of it. Our love for her is stronger than the grave.

Instead of making trash cans cylinder shaped, they should make the mold look more like a person, to help with that ever baffling question: Now that I’ve killed him, what do I do with the...

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

There is no life after death, so offer kindness to all, not in the next life but now.

It was almost a mystical experience. I do not know how else to put it. My mind outran time as he neared, and it was as though I had an eternity to ponder the approach...

A good death is a death in solidarity with others. To prepare ourselves for a good death, we must develop or deepen this sense of solidarity.

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

To stop sinning suddenly.

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth – and get loads of...

I die with the dying light, yet shine brighter as the darkness approaches. Soon I’ll be whittled to bone and stripped clean through, nothing left but a skeleton on which to hang a hat. But...

I was too sad to watch her dying, so I shot her. I couldn’t bear the pain of watching her go slowly like that, over the next 50 years.

Should you ever feel too lonely…listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who’ve been and all those who are to come.

To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Friends are like foods, some are poisonous, some will purge you, some will sustain you while others will give you life

She let her head fall back upon Marius’ knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened...

What careful planning, what painstaking attention to detail, goes into extinguishing a man’s life! Far more than the hit-or-miss, haphazard circumstances of igniting it.(“New York Blues”)

Why is life a battlefield.? Is it really necessary to Bleed Sweat or Die to be heard.?Some say its for you to grow, but how much growing can a person take. If thats the case,...

No man ever threw away life while it was worth keeping.

The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again… the fields...

How came she by her death? How came she there? Was she slain by accident, or had she met with violence? were the questions that pressed upon our thoughts. But we said little then and...

Somewhere Dōgen wrote about the number of moments in the snap of a finger. I don’t remember the exact figure, only that it was large and seemed quite arbitrary and absurd, but I imagine that...

Run, Torak! The bear…is…possessed…

All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or...

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity

Death is a debt to Nature dueWhich we have paid and so must you.

I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.

Takes birth in me,also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals,effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey,of controversy.I am a Potpourri.

He knows death to the bone –Man has created death.

My mom died. Then my dad died. I’ll try to do better next time.

Death isn’t funny.” “Then why are there so many jokes about death? Jill, with us — us humans — death is so sad that we must laugh at it.

Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

Zhuangzi’s wife died. When Huizu went to convey his condolences, he found Zhuangzi sitting with his legs sprawled out, pounding on a tub and singing. “You lived with her, she brought up your children and...

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.

The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Aequat omnes cinis

It’s a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.