No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Men should think twice before making widowhood women's only path to power.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.
The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
I wish...I wish I were dead... And what use would that be to anyone?
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.