I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

Don’t we all hope to die with a smile on our faces?

I know it’s hard when other children are called home but we can find purpose and good in all things when we can see things from the Lord’s perspective. There is goodness to be found...

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you...

But while the thought of being dead seemed appealing, the actual act of dying did not.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.

May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

When people are dying, bureaucracy should be thrown out of the water.

Rings and magazines; keychains and umbrellas; hats and glasses; rattles and radios. They looked like different things, but Ralph thought they were really all the same thing: the faint, sorrowing voices of people who had...

In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye....

Perspective is as simple as answering this question: If I had 5 months to live would I experience this problem differently?

true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn’t true it can’t be love.

And if the worst, or best, happens, and Death comes for you in the snow, he comes disguised as Sleep, and you greet him rather as a welcome friend than a gruesome foe.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

But the sons of Men die indeed, and leave the world; wherefore they are called the Guests or the Strangers. Death is their fate, the gift of Illúvatar, which as time wears even the Powers...

It isn’t dying I’m afraid of, it isn’t that at all; I know what it is to die, I’ve died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else....

Death didn’t happen like I expected it to. There was no Grim Reaper, no chorus of angels, no army of demons. And my life didn’t flash before my eyes. Death was the color of softness,...

Sollte die Freiheit zu streben, die uns die Götter in allen Umständen des Lebens gelassen haben, sollte diese ein Mensch dem andern verkümmern können?

Everyone dies young.

He was astonished at how calm he found he was. Fear of death had always energised him, making him move far more quickly than his body should have been capable of, accelerating his reactions and...

You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he’s gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

Well, we all gotta die. You jest gotta hope you die good.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

Making good use of our limited time – the limited time from birth to death, as well as our limited time each day – is the key to developing inner steadiness and calm.

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Silence is a lie that screams at the light.

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time...

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Sterven is echter de eenzaamste gebeurtenis van het leven. We worden er niet alleen door van anderen afgescheiden, maar daarnaast stelt het ons ook bloot aan een nog angstaanjagender vorm van eenzaamheid: het is een...

Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I...

You’re right,” Early said. “Those are two different things.””What are?”, I asked, surprised that he thought I was right about ANYTHING.”Dying and sleeping. A person should be able to do one without the other sneaking...

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

This is your war now.’ I despised myself for the cheesy sentiment, but what else did I have?’Some war,’ he said dismissively. ‘What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer?...

The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.

All of these people, it was as if they were all turning to gold, all marked with an invisible X on their foreheads, as of course we are, too, the place and time yet to...

…why can’t I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just...

Listen to me, Jez. There’s no reason for you to die-“Wood…poison.”No it isn’t! Not to humans. And you’re half human. You’re vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you’re human enough...

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

Only if we live consciously, we can die consciously.

If (or rather when) you move to death, you’ll learn its language through the educational process known as total immersion. (7)

I don’t mind, I’m not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable… still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something...

The natural consequence of being connected to the depth, what I call the soul, or your essence, is the attribute of joy.

You never know, until it happens, what you will owe the dead.

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay...

Yeah.You got me through

But we who remain shall grow oldWe shall know the coldOf cheerlessWinter and the rain of Autumn and the stingOf poverty, of love despised and of disgraces,And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the...

In this world, you have to die to find peace.