“Don't be decieved by your mortality, you're just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either… — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
O Death, the Consecrator! Nothing so sanctifies a name As to be written--Dead. Nothing so wins a life from blame, So covers… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Every one to leave this mortal world one day but the affairs will be continue until his demice — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“Without constant clairvoyance on the part of every man and woman, existence on your plane would involve such inner, psychological insecurity that… — Jane Roberts Copy Share Image
“That's the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief” — Ben Sherwood Copy Share Image
“As indicated by the book’s sub-title, it is now increasingly obvious that those who would seek to be conquerors of the world… — John Price Copy Share Image
Before thou callest a man hero or genius, investigate whether his exertion has features of indelibility; for all that is celestial, all… — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
“do,” he laughed humorlessly. His eyes were vibrant and there was no slur to his words. For once, he wasn’t drunk or… — Micalea Smeltzer Copy Share Image
Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“When we allow it to go from a thought to an action--we sin, and when we sin, we are opening the door… — Lara Velez Copy Share Image
Honest listening is one of the best medicines we can offer the dying and the bereaved. — Jeanie Cameron Copy Share Image
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
it is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death. — Michael Scott Copy Share Image
“Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Clay. It's rain, dead leaves, dust, all my dead ancestors. Stones that have been ground into sand. Mud. The whole cycle of… — Martine Vermeulen Copy Share Image
“Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
In Seattle, I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond, Virginia, might have… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Death is the inseparable antecedent of life; the seed dies in order to produce the plant, and earth itself is rent asunder… — Albert Pike Copy Share Image
“Accusations are convictions in the public mind. You are guilty until proven innocent.” — Coben Copy Share Image
