There’s actually a sort of comfort in the belief that things can only get worse. It gives one an appreciation for the here-and-now, knowing that each and every moment may be as good as its...

Can the child who is Dell; be the outer emoodiment of man’s quest to save himself? To cure himself?…Or, to “be” himself?

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

I’d write and read and let myself, a little at a time, step down into myself- like a stairway down into a dark, intimate kiva- where the work of vigil is taking place, the necessary...

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

You were right to come to see a dying man. It is right that these moments should have witnesses. Everyone has his dream; I would like to live till dawn, but I know I have...

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

A hero stands up to the villain in themselves.

The practice is simple. Whatever you’re doing, do that with total awareness.

Dying is a dull, dreary affair. my advice is that you have nothing whatever to with it.

And what cats have to tellon each return from hellis this: that dying is what the living do, that dying is what the loving do, and that dead dogs are those who do not knowthat...

Here, when I say I never want to be without you,somewhere else I am sayingI never want to be without you again. And when I touch youin each of the places we meet,in all of...

A study led by the Harvard researcher Nicholas Christakis asked the doctors of almost five hundred terminally ill patients to estimate how long they thought their patient would survive, and then followed the patients. Sixty-three...

We are always dying, all the time. That’s what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

And sometimes we die to prove that we lived.

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

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

You live and then you die, I thought. It’s good to have some good times.

I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt had been there in the school, watching me, making sure I survived. Souls...

You can die from kitsch. And we’re close to it.

We are, perhaps uniquely among the earth’s creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

It is early, early morning. It’s that time when it’s still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of life.”—from “My Aquarius

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

You’re real though, at least that’s something,” Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly.

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

Maybe you had to be dying to finally get to do what you wanted.I fidgeted around with the puzzle pieces for a while longer, but I wasn’t lucky. Nothing seemed to fit without a whole...

Funerals aren’t scheduled.

The harassed look is that of a desperately tired swimmer or runner; yet there is no question of stopping. The creature we are watching will struggle on and on until it drops. Not because it...

Just as I am watching a tongue of blue flame rising in the fire, and my lamp is burning low, the horrible contraction will begin in my chest. I shall only have time to reach...

They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a...

I have always felt the basis of everything in life is sexual, and I will maintain that to my dying day.

Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most,...

When I’m dying, I want dying to be my only regret.

How can the boy who stirred an entire nation be dying?

Things change after you die, though – I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

Naruto: I bet you’re dying to know my name!Gaara: I couldn’t care less.

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it’s how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves,...

when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each...

So cold your tears freeze against your cheeks.’It’s not my fault,’ I told Bear. ‘I don’t make the weather. You got a beef, take it up with God.’ That’s what I’ve been doing a lot...

If you were dying…If you were sixteen and dying…If your blood was spilling out of you, calling to them, the creatures of the night, and you knew you were dying…If you saw their pale faces...

God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.