“THE WEATHER OF LOVE Love Has a way of wilting Or blossoming At the strangest, Most unpredictable hour. This is how love… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Buzz Osborne: I could believe it, but I couldn't believe it. Whenever you're dealing with people in your life that are junkies,… — Mark Yarm Copy Share Image
“She hasn't cried once. SHe doesn't understand that Margaret is dead. At that age, they can't fully understand the concept of death.… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
“When a pathogen leaps from some nonhuman animal into a person, and succeeds there in establishing itself as an infectious presence, sometimes… — David Quammen Copy Share Image
O yes, everyone gets lonely some time or other. After all, if we look closer into ourselves, shall we not admit that… — Ama Ata Aidoo Copy Share Image
And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
I swore that I would not suffer from the world's grief and the world's stupidity and cruelty and injustice and I made… — Sri Aurobindo Copy Share Image
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
Flexibility, openness and softness are consorting with life. When you are rigid and you know the answer and don't listen to other… — Wayne Dyer Copy Share Image
Human beings are afraid of dying. They are always running after something: money, honor, and pleasure. But if you had to die… — Taisen Deshimaru Copy Share Image
Beer is a gift from the goddesses, a soothing balm given our species to bring joy and comfort in compensation for the… — Alan D. Eames Copy Share Image
“Granted that I know little of my real self, still, I am the best evidence for myself. And though, when I have… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Opinion is called the queen of the world; it is so, for when reason opposes it, it is condemned to death. It… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
If it were just a dream to be famous, then I probably would have died a really quick death, because there is… — Viola Davis Copy Share Image
“And maybe I was coping awfully well, I don’t know. Certainly I wasn’t howling aloud or punching my fist through windows or… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
There are many stages of grief. It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way -- cracks… — Jennifer Aniston Copy Share Image
“The misery is what should concern us: the death, rage and distress of others always comes back to haunt us. Especially when… — Marc Vachon Copy Share Image
The resurrection blasts apart the finality of death, providing an alternative to the stifling, settling dust of death and opens the way… — Billy Graham Copy Share Image
“When I was a little girl,' I said, sitting down, 'the wallpaper in my room had pictures of Noah's story.' [...] You… — Adam Rex Copy Share Image
“How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain,… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“I still remember a dying seal looking at me in mute appeal as if to say, “You people are supposed to protect… — Eknath Easwaran Copy Share Image
“I believe I met a girl in the rain, who had lost her mother's earrings. And I killed her. Now I stand… — Rebecca Maizel Copy Share Image
My anxiety is a death sentence, depression increased because of remembrance, lack the power to conquer my struggles, because the walls make… — Reanna Fayola Copy Share Image
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly,… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a person's death consecrates him or her anew to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Grass Fires" No ease for the boy at his keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young,… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Hello dead girl," Isola said, ever the hostess. "Hello heartbeat girl," said the uninvited guest. "It's like a drum, it's so fucking… — Fairytales for Wilde Girls Copy Share Image
As I watched Bill, waiting with apparent calm for death to come to him, I had a flash of him as I'd… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
The petroDollar system breaking down, where oil is no longer paid for in Dollars internationally, essentially would be the death knell to… — Addison Wiggin Copy Share Image
He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“...the guards sought to deprive them of something that had sustained them, even as all else had been lost: dignity. This self-respect… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
Life without friends is like living a life of the death, friends are a necessity in our life but care must be… — Crosby Kwaw Copy Share Image
“There is no such thing as death. Life existed before we were born and will continue to exist after we leave this… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100… — Compay Segundo Copy Share Image
“Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes… — Richard Henry Stoddard Copy Share Image
10 days before the death of St. John Paul II, in that Via Crucis of Holy Friday, Joseph Ratzinger said to the… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
My father was a film-maker. He always said he wanted to go like Humphrey Jennings, the legendary director who stepped backwards over… — A. A. Gill Copy Share Image