What the dead don’t know piles up, though we don’t notice it at first. They don’t know how we’re getting along without them, of course, dealing with the hours and days that now accrue so...

What is birthday, but a celebration of death.

—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men towards one another.

It is the manner of death that reveals the importance of a man. Ordinary people are murdered while extraordinary people are assassinated.

There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don’t want to.

But I don’t know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

We must, indeed, all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.

But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each...

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity. Learn to surrender, to exist at Infinity while alive, and fear of death dissolves. Fear of death is fear of the Unknown. Realize the Wonder, the...

I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night....

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that...

I’m not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn’t?

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all...

Tis time to die, when ’tis a shame to live.

No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

Why people die?Because they have been sucked, to the death. 25.11.12

In the end, living is defined by dying.

You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so...

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters.

Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of deathand the stroke that hits the vein,the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,the curse no man can bear.But there is a cure in the...

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

We were all survivors—every last one of us who limped our way out to the sidewalks that afternoon and spit in Death’s cold face.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE’S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT’S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

Shine in any season of your life!Head on with confidence in your life’s pilgrim!In deep faith, countless hope and unconditional love blessed by the Almighty.Newness of each rising day, bringing forth colourful sunsets.Enkindle your soul...

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

The ghosts will eat everything because the bellies of ghosts want the whole world, just to fill one tiny corner.

Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting… By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with...

Tears aren’t for the people we’ve lost. They’re for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to...

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

… we absolutely mustn’t forget it. We mustn’t forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don’t want to think about (so it is...

Every November of my boyhood, we put on red poppies and attended highly patriotic services in remembrance of those who had ‘given’ their lives. But on what assurance did we know that these gifts had...

So since I’m still here livin’,I guess I will live on.I could’ve died for love–But for livin’ I was born.

Are you okay, man?””Yeah, I’m good.”It’s a lie. I wonder if I will ever be good again.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond...

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Every angel is terrifying.Through the darkness, they move silently…I will go down into death with you.I must go where I must goTo see what I must seeIn that place where no one knows…… This is...

Being alone does not make you crazy, it reminds you of who you are.

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.”[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk...

I don’t believe. Religion? Humans desperate to take out infinity insurance. Death? The great big nada. Love? Dopamine released in the brain, which gets depleted over time, leaving contempt.

Can I tell you something? It wasn’t so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that’s all...

I forgot all about Christmas dinner,” I finally admitted. No one batted an eye.

Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells during our initial development, humans would be born with webbed toes. Death moulds...

Sex doesn’t satisfy for a lifetime, the more you have it, the more you want it. And the more you have it, the more you die out.

Hakuna shaka yoyote (kwa mfano) kwamba mboga za majani na matunda vina vitamini nyingi mwilini na madini na vitu vyote vizuri katika mwili wa binadamu, na kwamba kadhalika vina kirutubisho cha ufumwele ambacho huzuia kufunga...

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

For I’m afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don’t mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean...