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.

I’d like to take a long walk, to the edge of something.

I don’t have to kill myself, living my life is just the same.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

Love is when you love someone’s spirit as much as their body, even if their spirit has departed and their body is buried wherever you hid it.

Achala, worrying and scheming about your next life, before you have even completed this one, is not a good practice.” Rinpoche

Dying is the last thing I will ever do.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Dying for someone is easy.” J.T. murmured now; as if reading my mind.”Living for yourself, that’s hard.

There is absolutely no way someone cannot be affected, or cannnot learn vital lessons by being forced to dwell in the margins of a hindering repose as the one loved by so very few.”Dying and...

When the devil wants to punish his worshippers, he uses the trick of karma.

A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa.

las petites morts”: because the things that bring us passion tend to slip past our defenses, to creep insidiously into every facet of our consciousnesses and kill us as ruthlessly, and efficiently, as any drug.

Just dying should not be a reason for taxes.

The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but as his lips began to form the words, his knees gave...

Life and death are something everyone will experience. It is living that only few will have embraced

The activity of loving kindness is the bridge that allows you to slowly, slowly realise the wisdom and perfection of this moment.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

Amid all that blood of the dying sun, the verde was still alive.

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can...

You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the...

I spend a lot of time wondering what dying feels like. What dying sounds like. If I’ll burst like those notes, let out my last cries of pain, and then go silent forever. Or maybe...

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

Am I ever angry or frustrated? I only feel angry sometimes when I see waste, when things that we waste are what people need, things that would save them from dying. Frustrated? No, never.

That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you should be asking is, Can you live without her?

The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.

Mach dir keine Sorgen. Du hast zuviel und zuwenig gesehen, wie alle Menschen vor dir. Du hast zuviel geweint, vielleicht auch zuwenig, wie alle Menschen vor dir. Vielleicht hast du zuviel geliebt, und gehaßt –...

This is how it feels to die: It starts from outside and works its way in.

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. ‘Heaven’ seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.

Get busy living or get busy dying.”― Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was...

Trust what is not known to your Mind. Trust what is known to your Heart.

I told my mother he looked like a deflated balloon. Greta said he looked like a small gray moth wrapped in a spider’s web. That’s because everything about Greta is more beautiful, even the way...

The merciful Providence – or whatever power there is in the universe – has so ordained things that our little world will go on without us. Indeed, it will not miss us for long. It...

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face – the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man – all present still, preserved like fossils on...

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

I know there’s no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will...

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living...

Only the dying know what real loneliness is.

I don’t want–to go–I don’t want–to leave you–Eden–