Kuoletko sinä?” kysyin, ja äiti nauroi kuin olisin kertonut vitsin, ja se nauru merkitsi minulle enemmän kuin miljoona eitä.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

Live to ask. Die to answer.

it is only more life.

Her mouth set. “I’ve already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other.” She glared at him. “And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.

You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin there and I thought maybe she wouldn’t go to heaven because, you know,...

If I lie down on my bed I must be here,But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.

It’s not the dead even. They’re gone. Nothing you can do about that. It’s what’s left behind – the echo. These woods you’re walking through. There are some old timers who think a sound echoes...

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Death is a poison parsley on a dessert wine.

The Angel of Death took the woman’s frail hand. “Don’t be afraid.” she said. “Life is your past. Death, on the other hand, is your soul preparing for a new beginning. A brand new adventure,...

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Every time you take a step, even when you don’t want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that’s good. Anything...

She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and...

We need the life… We need to know what we take left someone weaker or dead. It reminds us what we were. The Hunger when you start out, it isn’t in the stomach or brain....

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world.

Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For his civility.We passed...

When it comes, you’ll be dreamingthat you don’t need to breathe;that breathless silence isthe music of the darkand it’s part of the rhythmto vanish like a spark.

It would be well to realize that the talk of ‘humane methods of warfare’, of the ‘rules of civilized warfare’, and all such homage to the finer sentiments of the race are hypocritical and unreal,...

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

We are all dead, we just haven’t figured it out yet.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall...

He tried drowning himself, but he only succeeded in taking a bath. That man was my dad, and I showed him how to tie a tie—and a noose.

All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.

I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.

It comes out from no source, it goes back in through no aperture. It has reality yet no place where it resides; it has duration yet no beginning or end. Something emerges, though through no...

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will...

count no man happy until he be dead.

When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.

The young open the paper to forget about life by reading the funny strips. The old do it to forget about death by reading other people’s obits. My advice: don’t open the paper and go...

People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It’s too easy not...

They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other...

Aren’t you afraid of dying?Not really. I’ve watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

Fireheart dashed to the warrior’s side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur...

Il n’y a qu’une seule liberté, se mettre en règle avec la mort. Après quoi, tout est possible. Je ne puis te forcer à croire en Dieu. Croire en Dieu, c’est accepter la mort. Quand...

What are you worrying about? You are born to die anyway.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

The secret seemed to me much more mysterious than that; it was the secret, I thought, of one who had known death; for I moved a stranger among ordinary people, like a man who has...

No,’ Nico said. ‘Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.’ As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could’ve been talking about himself. He decided not...

He wondered why it was easier to believe in a malevolent spirit than in a benign one. Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared eternal life more than death, light...

The only difference between success and failure is Lack of Vision

Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep odds, and defeat must be the other.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus’s parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

I will not speak falsely and say to you: ‘Do not grieve for me when I go.’ I have loved my children and tried to be a good mother and it is right that my...

That’s what life is all about – you’re busy, I’m busy, and the end result is death. Sooner or later, that’s what it comes to. (“The Death Of Wang Asao”)