There is an end to everything.

nothing more I asked for selfnothing for so much prayer I didit is one in seven billionit is YOU, I am asking from YOU

Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, “Life is so beautiful,” then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.

The vessel dies, but the Spirit lives on.

I’m sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That’s “Irony”.

You are wrong sir, if you think that a man who is any good at all should take into account the risk of life or death; he should look to this only in his actions,...

Sometimes evil wins, nah, child. But it’s always fleeting. Just a temporary ripple in a sea of goodness, brought on by the carnal nature of greed ’n corruption. Sacrifice washes that ripple out in waves...

No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.

We live in a very entertaining world, but the sad fact is that so much of that entertainment is fruitless and empty. Only building nothing but failure and sadness.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity.Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or...

…Wrapped in the overcoat, he dropped on the seat and faced the eternal verities of sky and sea. No land was intruding. It was the bowl of the sky closing down; the smooth wash of...

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning...

She sees tall, sensible Eleanor sitting out on a terrace at twilight, with bats circling above her head. She sees the Pargiter family rising and falling through the decades like swimmers battling the waves.’Summer Lies...

‘Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.

Does this world feel like hell to you? Of course it does, because it is.

The sense of alienation that inspires wonder, awe and fear in us is enough of a proof that life does not belong to the planet Earth.

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner’s scent!

When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

Krishna was once asked what was the most miraculous thing in all creation, and he replied, “That a man should wake each morning and believe deep in his heart that he will live forever, even...

There is a profound difference between fighting to avoid death and fighting in order to live. Men who fight to avoid death preserve their dignity and one and all – men, women and children –...

I was a puzzle. An enigma. I was nothing. And then I was again.

Encouragement is life.Many people will have given up in life without encouragement. May your words be gracious to those who hear it.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

Living does not mean passing through a void of nothingness but rather through a web of relationships among beings, each with their own weight and volume and texture. Insofar as everything is always changing, so...

Death truly does have life, and walks with and lives through us everyday.

We are so rebellious that when we die our cells refuse to live a second longer. But our souls they live always….

This is the way the world ends/This is the way the world ends/This is the way the world ends/Not with a bang but a whimper.

Everyone died in solitude, after all. A simple enough truth. A truth no one need fear. The spirits waited before they cast judgement upon a soul, waited for that soul—in its dying isolation—to set judgement...

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

With a beaming face celebrate the joyful day and rest not therein. For no one can take away his goods with him. Yea, no one returns again, who has gone hence.

Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing....

If I was drowning you would part the seaAnd risk your own life to rescue me . . .

When I look back all is flux, without beginning and flowing towards no end, or none that I shall experience, except as a final full stop. The items of flotsam that I choose to salvage...

Life on earth is a transition.Death is final rest of every man.What legacy do you wish to live?

Death is the destiny of every man. I shall not worry over material wealth.

there a little light there is a cloud maximumcan’t see the true picturethrough the shadow.

The most beautiful thing in life is life!

When death tells a story yo really have to listen

I hope to die with dignity and not be on my death bed pondering the afterlife wearing a diaper named Depends.

…a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death, and that his affairs are not neglected by the gods.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you’re alive and die only when you’re dead.

You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.

Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. ‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on,...

Drink deep the cup of life; take it’s dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.

We live, we love, we let it go.

Non è lo spettro della mia vita passata, si disse lei. È quello del futuro passato. È il fantasma della vita che ero sul punto di fare. Finché rimarrò qui, quel futuro non dovrà morire