They ought to bury people in hospitals and let sick people get well in the cemeteries.

What we call life…is the combination of the Five Aggregates, a combination of physical and mental energies. These are constantly changing; they do not remain the same for two consecutive moments. Every moment they are...

Some people are sent to you for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. If they are sent to you for a reason, then without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,...

I’ve seen a lot of stuff… maybe I’ve seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I’ve seen what they can do, how evil they can be… I’ve seen the Holocaust...

Everything is temporary but the power of Love is Infinite because it is the space, it is Everything.

People are dying. Entire ecosystems are collapsing. We are in the beginning of a mass extinction. And all you can talk about is money and fairytales of eternal economic growth. How dare you!

The truth is we’re all dying, the lie is we’re all living.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned,...

I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some...

Lew had never seen a dead man before. He just stood there, and looked and looked. Then he went a step closer, and looked some more. ‘So that’s what it’s like!’ he murmured inaudibly. Finally...

Believing in the possibility of resurrection and eternal life, Christians seek ‘redemption’ through moral behaviour. But moral behaviour does not, in itself, assuage fear of death, on the contrary, when people come to view themselves...

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

I love you,” I whisper over and over again. “Don’t go,” I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.

Don’t be decieved by your mortality, you’re just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.

Sometimes the dying live more fiercely and wisely than the rest of us. (146)

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time,...

When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.

That’s what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever’s in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it…

When you stop growing you start dying.

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer… Whereas I, I come softly...

The question of how to spend my life, of what my life is for, is a question posed only to me, and I can no more delegate the responsibility for answering it than I can...

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

We’re always on breath away from something–living or dying–, sometimes it just can’t be helped.

Life insurance is a dying industry.

Or perhaps it is because it is so NECESSARY for you to win. It is like a drowning man catching at a straw. You yourself will agree that, unless he were drowning he would not...

Everything had life to me,’ he heard Enkidu murmur, ‘the sky, the storm, the earth, water, wandering, the moon and its three children, salt, even my hand had life. It’s gone. It’s gone.

How fun it would be to bounce on the back of Lidewij Vliegenthart’s bike down the brick streets, her curly red hair blowing into my face, the smell of the canals and cigarette smoke, all...

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.