“Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.” — Steven Ramirez Copy Share Image
To grow up with the loss of your mother is a scar that never goes away. — Maya Rudolph Copy Share Image
World is Cruel! Reality is Harsh! Truth is Bitter! Consequences are Painful! and Weakness is Death! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“We were once the ones who were living, and then we were the ones who were dying. We sewed ourselves, a thread's… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
The tragedy of suicide is not death. It is what dies within us whilst we live. — Joanne Reay Copy Share Image
You are facing death and danger and competition, but at any moment, you can decide to have a fearless mindset. — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
You yourself don't have to be shaken by mortal danger in order to feel your mortality. — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you suffer a loss, there is before the death and after the death - those become your two existences and your… — Sophia Bush Copy Share Image
Grief is exhausting. When you learn - maybe through my age or experience - trying to harness the energy, whatever it is,… — Ciaran Hinds Copy Share Image
When women let their hair down, it means either sexiness or craziness or death, the three by Victorian times having become virtually… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“You are well aware that it is not numbers or strength that bring the victories in war. No, it is when one… — Xenophon Copy Share Image
Urging humans to be superhumans, on pain of death and torture, is the urging of terrible self-abasement at their repeated and inevitable… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
“ROMA 8.38. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When they had ended their prayers, the Angel of Death recovered his loquacity and his gayety and ascending the chariot again, preceded… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
