Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)
I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.
In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
They tell us that Suicide is the greatest piece of Cowardice... That Suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in this world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.
I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.
Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies
Would it hurt to die?