As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.

A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one, and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories.

We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.

I put my office right in the middle of the death they threaten us with. [...] here I sit, every day, hanging over all this wasted nothing. I will never forget what the world could be, should my vigilance never fail. And more than that, I will never forget that in a way we are all hanged men and hanged women, awaiting those deaths which cannot be avoided. Yet I will make sure that we live and die the way we choose for as long as we possibly can.

Dzięki temu,że powiedział mi,iż nie żyję,pogodziłem się z faktem,że ludzie wyrzucili mnie ze swoich myśli

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

We want all the benefits of the resurrection without acknowledging our dependence on God as mortal creatures.