Death is just the last scene of the last act.

Vă e milă de mine, nu? Sunt singur, n-am un ban, sunt paralizat și abia am împlinit 28 de ani. Dar pocnesc din degete drept sub nasul vostru și, cu egală aroganță, mi-e milă mie...

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd...

A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.[Alexander’s tombstone epitaph]

If it is perfectly acceptable for a widow to disfigure herself or commit suicide to save face for her husband’s family, why should a mother not be moved to extreme action by the loss of...

Without virtue, it is hard to bear the results of good fortune suitably. Those who lack virtue become arrogant and wantonly aggressive when they have these other goods. They think less of everyone else, and...

It’s only water,” she said.”Tell that to a drowning man,” Giddon said.

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.

Every man believes to some extent that the world began when he was born and, at the moment of leaving it, suffers at having to let the Universe remain unfinished.

The Victorians lost a few workers in everything they built, rather like a votive offering.

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back — to be sucked back — into it?

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower–Peter

Close your eyes and stare into the dark. My father’s advice when I couldn’t sleep as a little girl. He wouldn’t want me to do that now but I’ve set my mind to the task...

They Served…reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken…

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was...

It’s better to burn out than fade away.

I wondered how many other things had flown past me into death. Perhaps many. Perhaps I was flying past them, like the grim reaper, signaling the end. This would explain so much.

He had forgotten they lived with a rope around their necks – until it cinched.

I’m not afraid of death because I don’t believe in it.It’s just getting out of one car, and into another.

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

Let me lose everything on earth and the world beyond, but let me not lose what I’m craving for, let it be that i died on the way than retreating from getting it.

Kuzaliwa na kuishi ni mibaraka mikubwa ya Mwenyezi Mungu kuliko yote duniani.

A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just...

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

The bulletproof vest–‘bullet resistant,’ technically–is made of two double panels of a synthetic material called Kevlar, inside a cloth carrier that holds it around your torso like a lead X-ray smock. One cop wrote phrases...

You are not ready to live if you are not yet ready to die!

Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

Taylor, listen to me. I could tell you that it’s okay. That she wasn’t a wonderful person, or I didn’t love her. I could tell you that she’s happier now, and her life would’ve been...

Would you like me to [kill you] now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!One thing at least is certain – This Life flies;One thing is certain and the rest is Lies -The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

That is not dead which can eternal lie,And with strange aeons even death may die.

Kun olen kuollut, kun olen kuollut.Kesä jatkuu. Kesä.

Muhammad adhered meticulously to the charter he forged for Medina, which – grounded as it was in the Quranic injunction, “Let there be no compulsion in religion” (2:256) – is arguably the first mandate for...

O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the wind.- Song of the Wind

To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.

I’m not blessed, or merciful. I’m just me. I’ve got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we’re talking, I’m there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die...

Every cataclysm is welcomed by somebody; there is always someone to rejoice at disaster and see in it the prospect of a new beginning and a better world.

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i’m not going anywhere. they’re taking me by...

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

I knew then that death could stopa lot of things, but it could never cut the bond of friendship.

Do you know why hurricanes have names instead of numbers? To keep the killing personal. No one cares about a bunch of people killed by a number. ‘200 Dead as Number Three Slams Ashore’ is...

Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered;...

Hef ég drepið mann eða hef ég ekki drepið mann? Hver hefur drepið mann og hver hefur ekki drepið mann? Hvenær drepur maður mann og hvenær drepur maður ekki mann? Fari í helvíti sem ég...

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.A...

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.