#death

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

"He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.'I lean over. My hair smothers him.'Then you should never have been born,' I say."

"To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace."

"And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on."

"There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. [10w] + {Couplet} Network TV's insistent stupidity to the Outer Limits pushes me."

"I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living."

"Mind Maneuvers When we hear something unflattering,our mind doesn't fully process it.When we hear a compliment,the mind goes into overdriveand tend to read too much into it."

"Till Death Do You Part [10w] Marriage will indeed change people ~for better or for worse."

"Idiots vs. Fools [10w] Idiots listen to other's bullshit;fools listen to their own."

"❞ [10w] "Let's cuddle like a quotation mark filling a blank page."

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

"Every Small Child is a Miracle [10w] The God of small children is the one true God."

"...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath."

"Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude."

"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."

"She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find herUpon the mortal side."

"Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you."

"When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts."

"People rarely bring flowers to a suicide."

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."