I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it...

A napfénytől felforrósodott néma lakásban, történjen bármi, biztonságban éreztem magam. A rejtekhely biztonsága fontosabb a levegőnél. Távol lenni mindentől és mindenkitől. Annál azért már többre tartja magát az ember, hogy a saját egoizmusát, más néven...

I was learning that when you’re with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In...

How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88)

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

Life and death lived inside each other. That’s what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on...

…the existential paradox we all experience; we feel that we are immortal, yet we know that we will die.

The friend I can trust is the one who will let me have my death.The rest are actors who want me to stay and further the plot.

Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting...

A good death is a death in solidarity with others. To prepare ourselves for a good death, we must develop or deepen this sense of solidarity.

Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

The Nevernever is dying, human. It grows smaller and smaller every decade. Too much progress, too much technology. Mortals are losing their faith in anything but science. Even the children of man are consumed by...

He saw either death or the approach of it everywhere. But his undertaking now occupied him all the more. He had to live his life to the end, until death came. Darkness covered everything for...

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

Come, my child,” I said, trying to lead her away. “Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries.””Good-bye, poor hare!” Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we...

Death is known only through dying and truth is known only through diving deep within oneself.

If I didn’t like someone, I wouldn’t want him calling me up when I was dying. I wouldn’t want them having regrets that they didn’t talk to me.

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What’s the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

It must have been fifty seconds before Doc died.Long time.

I sit with people who are dying. I’m one of those unusual types that enjoys being with someone when they’re dying because I know I am going to be in the presence of Truth.

Wisdom is a true activity of compassion. And so, meditation is the act of loving kindness. It is the activity where loving kindness is applied on all levels.

Mortal, what hast thou of such grave concernThat thou indulgest in too sickly plaints?Why this bemoaning and beweeping death?For if thy life aforetime and behindTo thee was grateful, and not all thy goodWas heaped as...

Any time you are with anyone or think of anyone you must say to yourself: I am dying and this person too is dying, attempting the while to experience the truth of the words you...

Why was he laughing? Did he know that he would survive? No. That’s impossible. He realized that he would end his life here. He admitted the truth that he would die and laughed. Have you...

Are you afraid of dying?” “I was at first, maybe I still am a little bit. But it’s not death that scares me so much as not being alive anymore. It’s missing all the things...

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.

I think it’s something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane ‘I see here that another octogenarian has just died....

Dying is beautiful- even the first time around, at the ripe old age of 20. It’s not easy most of the time, but there is real beauty to be found in knowing that your end...

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Madoka: Won’t anyone notice that Mami-san is dead?Homura: Mami Tomoe’s only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of...

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.

They could put you in this if you were sick or dying with fever. It could also be used in the back of a wagon to transport a sick or wounded person.

In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us...

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn’t be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it...

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

God is up to something, but you will never know unless you figure out the difference between who is the messenger carrying your future and who is the person holding you back.

Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn’s approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which haven’t faded yet.In their nights, fragrantly resinous,Entwined with delightful mystery,They will breathe in her springlikeExtraordinary beauty.But in a whirlwind of sound...

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

It’s taken years for me to understand that dying doesn’t end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another’s...

I’m dying to get back in front of the cameras. I miss it like crazy.

…[we] has left nothing durable to signalize his stay upon this planet.[we]eventually dies to the honest regret of [our] associates.

Just make sure that the thing you’re living for is worth dying for.” –Levi

Putting your time in at the office; dutifully spawning your two point five; smiling politely at your retirement party; then chewing on your bedsheet and choking on your canned peaches at the nursing home. It...

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

I learned that dying is just a part of our journey of life. We are all on this journey and dying is a part of it for each of us. That does not mean that...

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.