He sensed Death with a depth and clarity of which only small children or great philosophers are capable, philosophers who are themselves almost childlike in the power and simplicity of their thinking.

I know nothing I'm doing is important,' he said. 'Sure, I'm just a waste product of history. Maybe nothing I'm doing is even real, after all. But I was born right here, in this old house, and I look...

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.'

And so the mind or spirit is the great opportunist, itself impossible to pin down, take hold of, anywhere; one is tempted to believe that of all its influence nothing is left but decay. Every advance...

This is what I'm supposed to be doing this summer. This is how I'm supposed to be passing my days. Figuring out the secret to how she was the most joyful person when she was dying. Because I'm living,...

The death of a loved one is one of the worst experiences that life has to offer and yet it's unavoidable, the only alternative being never loving in the first place. Life is so feeble, its flame...

We just philosophize, complain of boredom, or drink vodka. It's so clear, you see, that if we're to begin living in the present, we must first of all redeem our past and then be done with it forever....

Life in Oseyri was lived in fish and consisted of fish, and human beings were a sort of abortion which Our Lord had made out of cooked fish and perhaps a handful of rotten potatoes and a drop of...

But then again... perhaps the whole human race is cursed, and I'm simply in the lower echelon and therefore lose everything first.

Smartass Disciple: Master, where will you go after your soul leaves your body? Master of Stupidity: What makes you think a soul will go elsewhere physically?

There is neither a Heaven nor a Hell. Life after Death is an oxymoron. Life is just another word for existence, and Death is just another word for non - existence.

this free - man's prison known as life.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.

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,...

Now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone...

You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.

Without learning, life is but the image of death

Obviously, all religions fall far short of their own ideals.

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

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

When I think of existence, I cannot help but wonder, "What is life, anyway?" Where do I fit in the grand scheme of life? What is the point of it, anyway? Is this a test - and if so, am I passing it?

An overwhelming amount of truths. One can go mad if they don’t have their own.

I am serving the purpose for which I was designed, therefore I am satisfied with my existence.

His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he know and whom did he love? Sitting on the stump under the burden of his father's death and even the mortality inherent...

Before this moment, I have never wished to be something other than what I am. Never felt so keenly the lack of hands with which to touch, the lack of arms with which to hold. Why did they give me this...

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

What we have forgotten is that thoughts and words are conventions, and that it is fatal to take conventions too seriously. A convention is a social convenience, as, for example, money ... but it is...

Kat laughed. 'Who wants to live forever?'Kish put his hand up. 'For the record, I do.'Sin scowled at him. 'Then why do you irritate me so often?'Suicidal tendencies are inherent in my species?

In life, at sometime or another we come to a point where all relationships cease - where there is only us and Allah. There are no parents, brother or sister, or any friend. Then we realise that there...

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.