Because in the end, we die. It's like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: 'in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.'

I am lost in the paradigm of life, death and time. The only thing I have learnt about this paradigm is that the time is running between life and death and with every passing day we are getting closer...

One didn't understand, until one had seen a great many bodies, the unconscious effort that one must be making every minute simply to keep one's hands and face and clothes clean. The world's surfaces...

All things die, she told him. Such a truism, it was the trite utterance of any street-corner philosopher, but coming from Inaspe Raimm it sounded different. 'All things reach the end of their journey,...

Any religion which demands death for other people is itself worthy of nothing less than it expects for others. In fact, it is probably long overdue.

Losing your co - remember meant losing the memory itself.

May the light be in you forever, May the sun love you and keep you, May the dream make you awaken. For the stars love to shine upon you, And the heavens cry for your loss. May goodness and love flow...

Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

Science asks facts and religion asks faith, humans are confused between life and death.

Death is a state of mind - many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,But young men think it is, and we were young.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

Clown: Good Madonna, why mournest thou?...

Today will die tomorrow.

The two stand in the fast - thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else...

He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.

If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.

He knows that there will be days ahead, long, tedious days which have no real beginning or ending, but which run together into night and out of it without changing color, or sound, or meaning. He will...

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest...

Like weddings, funerals are about unity. Funerals are the unity of a person with the sweet hereafter, assuming that one believes in such a thing.

There was a heaven beyond anything he knew where there was no jet fuel, no jumping, no burning towers... but he wasn't looking beyond yet. He was still looking back.

Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends.

Study history, Alleluia. In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, character isn't destiny any more. Economics is destiny....

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.