Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye. — Francois de La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place. It's folly to shrink in… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
“The dank smell of death in that alleyway haunted her senses, her memories. She kept thinking this was the end—this was what… — Lauren Dawes Copy Share Image
In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Death paused, his hand on the spine of the book. And why do you think I directed you to the stables? think… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“ This morning, on the avenue, my death was walking next to me, under the plane-trees. I came back home, lied on… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“Braith opened her eyes and screamed at what hovered above her, “Gods! Death comes for me!” The horrifying face of death curled… — G.A. Aiken Copy Share Image
Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
