death

"Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist."

"I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral."

"A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.[Alexander's tombstone epitaph]"

"What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination."

"But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You'll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,For you will bend and tell me that you love me,And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me"

"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students."[Letter, November 1856]"

"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."

"War is not just the business of death, it is the antitheses of life."

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

"Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up."

"I make love like I make coffins—with my bare hands, alone in my garage. On sale through Thursday—Buy One Funeral, Get A Second One Free!"

"Unless their use by readers bring them to life, books are indeed dead things."

"I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you."

"It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live."

"who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody."

"The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too."

"Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects."

"Yesterday I saved a baby, a boy, a man, and an old man from death, and all by simply not impregnating anybody. But I don't consider myself a hero. Merely heroic, and also unable to reach any of my lady friends on the phone."

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

"Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon."