It isn’t discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It’s this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain – and it’s known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn’t death that’s the disease.

All paths lead to death, our premature sacrifice for future spawn(from Elixir)

He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.

My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live...

Living well is dying well.

I’m not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don’t. Move on and move out.

Ce matin, l’idée m’est venue pour la première fois que mon corps, ce fidèle compagnon, cet ami plus sûr, mieux connu de moi que mon me, n’est qu’un monstre sournois qui finira par dévorer son...

Do not wait until the near end of your life to realize that you have not fully live to love.

is it a sin if her heart run to the person like magnet and she lost her senses to be loved by him whole life,apart from there is no chances. she lives ,but more die...

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

Jumping out of a perfectly good air plane is like driving through life without a good set of brakes.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

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…

Don’t you find it striking? The personality is constantly dying and it feels like continuity. Meanwhile, we panic about death, which we cannot ever experience. Yet it is this illogical fear that motivates our lives....

Lie you easy, dream you light,And sleep you fast for aye;And luckier may you find the nightThan ever you found the day.

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.

Losing never come easy. First off, preserved the memories.

The stars are dead, but their memories fill the sky

Enjoy every moment of your life on earth.

The dead only knows their world.

If I Could Read The Last Page of My Life….

We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest,Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life,Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina

Scoundrels […] simply don’t die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. […] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

Do not use life to give life to death. Do not use death to bring death to life.

The biggest debt crisis one could have with life is lack of love.

That’s all any of us have in the end, isn’t it? there is death ahead of all of us. And so we live.

peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.

Life is but a dream for the dead.

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that’s the beauty of it, too.

The toughest journey is a spiritual journey.

Media vita in morte sumus

Yaşlanmaktan bu kadar korkan ben, nerden biliyorum ki yaşlanacak kadar ömrüm olduğunu?

O fim de uma viagem é apenas o começo de outra

Once born, how long a man will live matters. Once dead, how long he has lived doesn’t.

No waiting the beyond, no peering toward it,but longing to degrade not even death;we shall learn earthliness, and serve its ends,to feel its hands about us like a friend’s.

The path i walk lights up in flames

What is this?! I couldn’t die back when I would’ve been glad to die anywhere, anytime, but now that dying would take hardly any effort, suddenly I can’t afford to yet? What the hell am...

Tra la vita – bocche di carpe che deglutiscono – e la morte – vegetali in lenta putrefazione – tu che cosa scegli?Che cosa ti dà meno voglia di vomitare?

The dead tread softly… And those stalking the living tread even more lightly.

Joe knew what the nod meant-this was why they became outlaws. To live moments the insurance salesman of the world, the truck drivers, and lawyers and bank tellers and carpenters and realtors would never know....

Death will always be a part of life, and life will always be a part of death

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.

The only thing that’s been a worse flop than the organization of nonviolence has been the organization of violence.

our story is old onewe can feel thiscan not touch .

The ancients said that for persons who cultivated body and mind, and who are virtuous and honorable, death is an experience of liberation, a long-awaited rest from a lifetime of labors. Death helps the unscrupulous...

If you have a warm and caring heart, you’re loved ones will ensure you never depart. For long after you’ve turned that final page you’ll still be right there on center stage.

I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier,...

Thinking, Garraty thought. That’s the day’s business. Thinking. Thinking and isolation, because it doesn’t matter if you pass the time of day with someone or not; in the end, you’re alone.