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.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

I had become Harry Potter. Except I was thirteen and not magic, and my destiny, whatever it was, held no profound purpose.

Death, that reverse alchemy process, in which the gold of life is broken down into foul-smelling starting components.

They did nothing to us, they merely plunged us into absolute nothingness, because it is known that nothing exerts as much pressure on the human soul as nothingness...

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.

Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is an...

The dead steps down from the guillotine, carrying under his arm his sacrificed head. Apple trees are in blossom. The dead makes his way to the village tavern, and everyone watches. There, he pulls a...

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

Would it hurt to die?