A last note from your narrator: I am haunted by humans.

I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it's a most precious graveyard, that's what it is! Precious are the dead that...

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.

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

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.

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that's that-the million-year nap? Or will some part of my...

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.

A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves

Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between...

But where corpses were buried secretly, there the grass grows thick; such signs {and there are ever so many others!} may be read by those to whom truth is more important than beauty.

Somewhere Dōgen wrote about the number of moments in the snap of a finger. I don't remember the exact figure, only that it was large and seemed quite arbitrary and absurd, but I imagine that when I...

I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that...

And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

Just before the went back into warp and its crew sat down at the table, the ship expelled the limp corpse of Zallin. Where it had found a live man in a suit, it left a dead youth in shorts and a...