c2p-cmd/Good-Quotes-Authors huggingface dataset:
TR on using extramarital accusations against Wilson: "It won't work. You can't cast a man as Romeo who looks and acts like an apothecary's clerk.
— David Pietrusza
I have always thought foreigners with their unusual skin colours, mad languages and ignorant customs absolutely hilarious, and I think it's a shame that in recent years its become unfashionable to poke fun at them. I certainly don't think they themselves ever minded it.
— Arthur Mathews
Too weird to live, too rare to die!
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
After all, how often do we get a second chance?
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.
— Libba Bray, Going Bovine
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.
— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
And the worst part is before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff. And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom
— Hayley Williams
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered...We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.
— Elizabeth Edwards
I’m not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don’t. Move on and move out.
— Gore Vidal
Our life is a series of moments. Let them all go. Moments. All gathering towards this one.
— Now Is Good
If I was drowning you would part the seaAnd risk your own life to rescue me . . .
— Jamie McGuire, A Beautiful Wedding
When I was young” … “Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus, it would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser, having more insight, going further into the truth” – she hesitated.Port laughed abruptly. – “And now you know it’s not like that. Right? It’s more like smoking a cigarette. The first few puffs it tasted wonderful, and you don’t even think of its ever being used up. Then you begin taking it for granted. Suddenly you realize it’s nearly burned down to the end. And then’s when you’re conscious of the bitter taste.
— Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru
— Masashi Kishimoto
If there is an afterlife, I want my soul intact. And then maybe I'll see you there."I smiled, somehow calm now that I was facing something inevitable. I was getting the good-bye I'd always wanted. - Nikki
— Brodi Ashton, Everneath
Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law
— David Clement-Davies, Fell
We trouble our life by thoughts about death, and our death by thoughts about life.
— Michel de Montaigne, The Essays: A Selection
Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
— L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
— George Santayana
Maybe we're standing like coins on the edge?"Allie considered this. "Meaning?""Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.""Or tails," suggested 
— Neal Shusterman, Everlost
Life is beautifully tragic. Giving it up isn't the hard part
—  it's the living part that everyone struggles with.
If your life was complete, you'd be dead.
— Joshua Wisenbaker
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.
— Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love, and he was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
I am Josephine Darly, and I intend to live forever.
— Tessa Gratton, Blood Magic
Thinking, Garraty thought. That’s the day’s business. Thinking. Thinking and isolation, because it doesn’t matter if you pass the time of day with someone or not; in the end, you’re alone.
— Stephen King, The Long Walk
Losing never come easy. First off, preserved the memories.
— Hlovate, Contengan Jalanan
Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.
— Steve Jobs
Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid.Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.
— Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
It's like that, I guess, when the past come to collect what you owe.
— Esi Edugyan, Half Blood Blues
It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.
— Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth and Other Essays
When you depart I'll blow you a Kiss take it to the Loved ones I already Miss.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.
— Horace
They say the brain never ages it’s a shame it can't teach the body that trick.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
You're still alive. That means you're winning.
— Rachel Cotterill, Rebellion
If you make every game a life-and-death thing, you’re going to have problems. You’ll be dead a lot.
— Dean Smith
There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.
— Cameron Conaway, Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet
The true terror Jonah thought the true mystery of life was not that we are all going to die but that we were all born that we were all once little babies like this unknowing and slowly reeling in the world gathering it loop by loop like a ball of string. The true terror was that we once didn't exist and then through no fault of our own we had to.
— Dan Chaon, You Remind Me of Me
Jumping out of a perfectly good air plane is like driving through life without a good set of brakes.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
I've diagnosed myself and discovered I have a limited 'life span' you can do this to. Then live life to its fullest in everything you do!
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.
— James  Dean
Make every day count... Even when you think it's the worst day of your life
—  for you never know when it'll be your last.
Life moved, as inconstant and fickle as Wind Baby, frolicking, sleeping, weeping, but never truly still. Never solid or finished. Always like water flowing from one place to the next. Seed and fruit. Rain and drought, everything traveled in a gigantic circle, an eternal process of becoming something new. But we rarely saw it. Humans tended to see only frozen moments, not the flow of things.
— Kathleen O'Neal Gear, Bone Walker
If you have a warm and caring heart, you're loved ones will ensure you never depart. For long after you've turned that final page you'll still be right there on center stage.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
If i were to lose a friend...then i couldn't die in peace!
— Sawada Tsunayoshi
You just want to give up, he said when he was able to speak. Only you keep going. You still have to get up in the morning and pour the cereal in the bowls. You keep on breathing, whether you want to or not. Nobody's around to tell you how it's supposed to work. The usual rules just don't apply anymore. He was still talking, but she wasn't even sure if it was to her. When it started, he said, I thought nothing could be worse than those first days. And it wasn't only us, but everyone else you'd see, wandering around like they'd landed on a whole different planet. Instead of just dealing with your own heart getting ripped into pieces, wherever you looked you knew there were other people dealing with the same thing. You couldn't even be alone with it. Like you're out in the ocean and the undertow catches you and you start yelling for help, but then you look around, and all around you in the water for as far as you can see, there's all these other people flailing too. He sat there for a moment, shaking his head. You keep getting up in the morning and knowing this will continue maybe ten thousand more mornings. You wish you were the one who died. How much better would that be?
— Joyce Maynard, The Usual Rules
The earth will always be the same - only cities and history will change, even nations will change, governments and governors will go, the things made by men's hands will go, buildings will always crumble - only the earth will remain the same, there will always be men on the earth in the morning, there will always be the things made by God's hands - and all this history of cities and congress now will go, all modern history is only a littering Babylon smoking under the sun, delaying the day when men again will have to return to earth, to the earth of life and God -
— Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954
One life, One love, One breath, One people, One chance to make a difference. If we are not one in LIFE we surely will be one on DEATH.
— Tonny K. Brown
For the very first time Andrew realized that life, real life, had no connection with the way people spent their days, whose lips they kissed, what medals were pinned on them, or the shoes they mended. Life, real life went on soundlessly...ultimately there was no difference between Queen Victoria and the most wretched beggar in London: both were complex machines made up of bone, organ, and tissue, whose fuel was the breath of God.
— Félix J. Palma, The Map of Time
When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments’ rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
A smile to someone could make the difference between them going home and axe murdering their family or having a nice meal!
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest,Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life,Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina
— luigi komrad
If there is one thing I have learned, from loving Jessamine and even from the evil tasks you have made me do, it is that all forms of life are worthy of compassion.
— Maryrose Wood, The Poison Diaries
Why was I standing on the street when the window feel out of the building? Why did the bus run over me? Because it was my turn in the barrel, that's why.
— Ellyn Bache, The Art of Saying Goodbye
She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.
— Holly Hood, Perfectly Hopeless
Personally I don’t endorse the notion of mortality. It’s fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones. Seems unfair that we’re not allowed to vote on the matter and not one of us is excused. Who made up that rule?" - Kinsey Millhone
— Sue Grafton, V is for Vengeance
In my worst moments, all I had to do was recall the love that I felt emanating from those heavenly lights and I could press on.
— Dannion Brinkley, Saved by the Light: The True Story of a Man Who Died Twice and the Profound Revelations He Received
I'm sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That's "Irony".
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
I hope to die with dignity and not be on my death bed pondering the afterlife wearing a diaper named Depends.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
Life was still sprouting in him—over the sharp rocks and right on the nose of a cliff, he was yet far from death.
— A. Yavuz Oruc, Tomris: October 1942
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
— James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson
I'll never leave this Earth without a fight or at least pretend to for all of those in sight.
— Stanley Victor Paskavich
The only thing that’s been a worse flop than the organization of nonviolence has been the organization of violence.
— Joan Baez
in that cold autistic dark.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
— Bram Stoker, The Jewel of Seven Stars
In the grueling light that passed for day...
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it.
— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.
— Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
What has life given me? The beginning is fire, the end is a heap of ashes, and between the end and the beginning lies all the pain in the world.
— Francis Marion Crawford
I do not fear death.I fear dying incomplete
— Levon Peter Poe
People have a courage to die, but don't have a courage to live.
— Sarvesh Jain, The Awakening Wisdom of Life: Probably the best Quotation Book in the world
While I live my life expecting to live, others expect that they might die. The rules of the world are not the same for all of us.
— Jessica Posner, Find Me Unafraid: Love, Loss, and Hope in an African Slum
Whatsoever is outside, know, is Within.
— Fakeer Ishavardas
Life does find a way to create a balance somewhere between smiles and tears. And, like a pendulum's swing, life seldom stays in one place. Life keeps on moving until, one day, it stops.
— Ralph  Webster, A Smile in One Eye: a Tear in the Other
I never realized how much I loved life until I knew it was being taken away.
— Karina Halle, Veiled
I came to understand the most intriguing irony of life, that the most intimate partner of life is death. (Page 94)
— Neena Verma, A Mother's Cry... A Mother's Celebration
That also which before was from the earth, passes back into the earth, and that which was sent from the borders of ether, is carried back and taken in again by the quarters of heaven. Death does not extinguish things in such a way as to destroy the bodies of matter, but only breaks up the union amongst them, and then joins anew the different elements with others; and thus it comes to pass that all things change their shapes and alter their colors and receive sensations and in a moment yield them up...
— Titus Lucretius Carus, The Nature of Things
Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.
— James Clavell, Shōgun
When I contemplate life as well as death, I am discovering what really matters to me now.
— Lisa J. Shultz, A Chance to Say Goodbye: Reflections on Losing a Parent
The cicadas buzzing, I can hear them through the window. Buzzing louder and louder. Just like the night I sat by the window in the dark, gasping for air, feeling the riddle wriggling in my chest, hearing the monster's heavy footsteps in my ears. And suddenly I know. What they do all those years living in the ground. The nymphs who are to become cicadas. Maybe they don’t know it themselves, but they are writing their song. Collecting the notes in the dark earth. The song rising to the sky, this is how it is, this is how it always is. The song floating toward the sky comes from the underworld.
— Lene Fogelberg, Beautiful Affliction
I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop people from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either.
— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places
When I die and go to heaven, to St. Peter, I will tell: "one more soldier reporting for duty, sir. I've served my time in hell.
— M. Popplewell
If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.
— Kathrine Mansfield
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud .
— Yann Martel
We all have a different sightl and lifestyle, but we end up all the same in peace.
— Jan Jansen Easy Branches
Death is a part of life. It is inevitable. It is not to be feared
— Kirsten Beyer, Full Circle
Death is the principal limitator of opportunities, progress & life.
— Auliq-Ice
The rich that are rejoicing having conquered life, should beware & rethink, for no man can conquer death.
— Auliq-Ice
You don't have to think about who you're and judge yourself life is what you have try to be happy with all you have
— Jordan Hoechlin
Look: each moment is a cradle and a casket: may all life and all death seem strange to you.
— Marcel Schwob, The Book of Monelle
I have always felt insignificant while thinking in-terms of Deep time, I have always dreaded the fact that however much we struggle, the monuments we build to keep us alive even after we are gone will be erased just in a snap of fingure or a blink of an eye and we will be no more.
— Allan Amanyire
It was all written. When life is going to be breathed into you, and when it's going to be taken away. Each person's mission on earth is pre-planned.
— Aliyyah Eniath, The Yard
Look: each moment is a cradle and a casket: may all life and all death seem strange and new to you.
— Marcel Schwob, The Book of Monelle
Then there are also the quiet deaths. How about the day you realized you weren't going to be an astronaut or the queen of Sheba? Feel the silent distance between yourself and how you felt as a child, between yourself and those feelings of wonder and splendor and trust. Feel the mature fondness for who you once were, and your current need to protect innocence wherever you make might find it. The silence that surrounds the loss of innocence is a most serious death, and yet it is necessary for the onset of maturity.What about the day we began working not for ourselves, but rather with the hope that our kids have a better life? Or the day we realize that, on the whole, adult life is deeply repetitive? As our lives roll into the ordinary, when our ideals sputter and dissipate, as we wash the dishes after yet another meal, we are integrating death, a little part of us is dying so that another part can live.
— Matthew Sanford, Waking: A Memoir of Trauma and Transcendence
Mr. Edwards and the Spider"I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto the apparitions of the sky,They purpose nothing but their ease and dieUrgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;What are we in the hands of the great God?It was in vain you set up thorn and briarIn battle array against the fireAnd treason crackling in your blood;For the wild thorns grow tameAnd will do nothing to oppose the flame;Your lacerations tell the losing gameYou play against a sickness past your cure.How will the hands be strong? How will the heart endure?A very little thing, a little worm,Or hourglass-blazoned spider, it is said,Can kill a tiger. Will the deadHold up his mirror and affirmTo the four winds the smellAnd flash of his authority? It’s wellIf God who holds you to the pit of hell,Much as one holds a spider, will destroy,Baffle and dissipate your soul. As a small boyOn Windsor Marsh, I saw the spider dieWhen thrown into the bowels of fierce fire:There’s no long struggle, no desireTo get up on its feet and flyIt stretches out its feetAnd dies. This is the sinner’s last retreat;Yes, and no strength exerted on the heatThen sinews the abolished will, when sickAnd full of burning, it will whistle on a brick.But who can plumb the sinking of that soul?Josiah Hawley, picture yourself castInto a brick-kiln where the blastFans your quick vitals to a coal—If measured by a glass,How long would it seem burning! Let there passA minute, ten, ten trillion; but the blazeIs infinite, eternal: this is death,To die and know it. This is the Black Widow, death.
— Robert Lowell, Collected Poems
Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.
— Hermann Hesse
They were of the past, and the past always mend itself, no matter how me interfere.
— Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
UselessnessLet mine not be the saddest fate of all,  To live beyond my greater self; to see  My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall Let me hear rather the imperious call,  Which all men dread, in my glad morning time,  And follow death ere I have reached my prime, Or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning's stroke or the fierce tempest blast  Which fells the green tree to the earth to-day Is kinder than the calm that lets it last,  Unhappy witness of its own decay.  May no man ever look on me and say, 'She lives, but all her usefulness is past.
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Poems of Cheer
They were of the past, and the past always mends itself, no matter how me interfere.
— Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
Three days after the liberation of Buchenwald, I became very ill; some sort of poisoning. I was transferred to a hospital and spent two weeks between life and death.One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto.From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
— Elie Wiesel, The Night Trilogy: Night, Dawn, the Accident
Life is basically like a soap bubble.It rides on the wind, flying here and there,…And before you realize it, pop! It’s gone.When it’s about to disappear, you thinkthat you could’ve flown a bit higher.But by the time, it’s already too late.
— Sakata Gintoki
My fugitive years are all hasting away,And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see,Have a being less durable even than he.
— William Cowper
There were ten tongues within one head, and one went out to fetch some bread, to feed the living and the dead." "What does it mean?" "A wren made a nest inside the skull of a gibbeted corpse, flying in and out of the jaw to feed its young. In the midst of death, as it were, life just keeps on happening.
— Neil Gaiman
And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky - so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
The potential biographies of those who die young possess the mystic dignity of a headless statue, the poetry of enigmatic passages in an unfinished or mutilated manuscript, unburdened with contrived or banal endings.
— Anthony Powell, The Valley of Bones
Makes me sad looking at the leaves on my vines turning gold and brown, the branches bare of fruit, but I know the leaves and the fruit will return next spring once more.But unlike lost love ,the love of writing,the love of nature ,the love of beauty,the love of life once its lost its lost forever, I hope i never ever lose that love.
— Lou Silluzio, Dakota, the Flying Ballerina
I know, for example, that Mr. Petersen did not experience the flow of time in the same way that I did during those last sixteen months. He told me often, particularly towards the end, that for him time had become a slow, peaceful drift. If I had to guess why this was the case, I'd say that maybe it was because this was time he never expected to have. Or maybe it was more than he was now letting time drift. There was a certain type of contentment in his outlook, which never strayed too far into the future. His life had become simple and uncluttered, and when you're living like that, I think time can seem to stretch out for ever. Matters only change when you start fretting about all the things you need to get done. The more stuff you try to force into it, the less accommodating time becomes.
— Gavin Extence
Our fate is determined in rooms that must be easy to clean
— John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Old Dreams Die
Then he asked me which one I thought was most likely to happen. I wish I knew. I really do. But I don’t. You’d think that after living with these people for fifteen years I’d know a little something about them. But right now I feel like I don’t know my parents at all. I guesswhen you get down to it, I’ve never really thought about them as people. They’ve always been my parents. Now I have to think about them as people with feelings. What a pain.The funny thing is, I bet they feel the same way.
— Michael Thomas Ford, Suicide Notes
Life and Death, is like walking in a long bridge. Starts in one site and ends on other side. For example, younger people walk fast than old people .
— Beta Metani' Marashi
Up the coast a few miles north, in a lava reef under the cliffs, there are a lot of rock pools. You can visit them when the tide is out. Each pool is separate and different, and you can, if you are fanciful, give them names - such as George, Charlotte, Kenny, Mrs Strunk. Just as George and the others are thought of, for convenience, as individual entities, so you may think of a rock pool as an entity: though, of course, it is not. The waters of its consciousness - so to speak - are swarming with hunted anxieties, grim-jawed greeds, dartingly vivid intuitions, old crusty-shelled rock-gripping obstinancies, deep-down sparkling undiscovered secrets, ominous protean organisms motioning mysteriously, perhaps warningly, toward the surface light. How can such a variety of creatures coexist at all? Because they have to. The rocks of the pool hold their world together. And, throughout the day of the ebb tide, they know no other.But that long day ends at last; yields to the night-time of the flood. And, just as the waters of the ocean come flooding, darkening over the pools, so over George and the others in sleep come the waters of that other ocean; that consciousness which is no one in particular but which contains everyone and everything, past, present, and future, and extends unbroken beyond the uttermost stars. We may surely suppose that, in the darkness of the full flood, some of these creatures are lifted from their pools to drift far out over the deep waters. But do they ever bring back, when the daytime of the ebb returns, any kind of catch with them? Can they tell us, in any manner, about their journey? Is there, indeed, anything for them to tell - except that the waters of the ocean are not really other than the waters of the pool?
— Christopher Isherwood
He's extremely dehydrated and we'll need to get fluids into him as soon as possible if he's to have a hope of surviving
— Eliot Schrefer, Endangered
He’s weak, afraid and dumber than your dog. Besides, you gonna bet the farm on a pig?The Alien Club
— trel sidoruk
Whilst I have no control over when or where that will be (death) ~ what I do have control over is the way I choose to live whilst my body is working well and my mind is capable of great things.
— Nina Montgomery
I take great comfort in believing that life doesn't end, it just changes. Our bodies are pure energy. Energy doesn't die, it transforms. I believe that when we die, we simply change from our human form to our spiritual form and we continue to love, guide and protect the ones we love on earth, as much as our energy will allow. It is the only logical explanation that makes perfect sense. - Tanya Masse aka Comic Strip Mama
— Tanya Masse
I pushed my over-taxed muscles even harder. I could already hear the sound of the heavy wheels that moved the doors into place. And I knew I was not going to make it . . .
— J.C. Morrows, Life After E.L.E.
I was created to be destroyed.
— Scott Sigler, Alive
You know I don't understand what you mean, right?" I asked. "I'm counting on it," she said, and then her eyes focused behind me. "I think your friends are upset that I've stolen you."Suddenly I could feel all their eyes boring into my back. For once, it didn't bother me at all."They'll survive."She grinned. "I may not give you back, though."I swallowed too loud and she laughed.
— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight / Life and Death
Death is a fiction created by people who live their lives in total unawareness. There is only life, life and life alone, moving from one dimension to another, another dimension to another.
— Sadhguru, Life and Death in One Breath
Life is one kind of sound. Death is another kind of sound. Those who cannot hear the sound of death think death is silence. Death is not silence, it is just another kind of sound, but may not within the hearing range of a normal ear.
— Sadhguru, Life and Death in One Breath
Someday you won't ever be seen again, but until then, make everyday an adventure.
— G Paulus
It is a great wonderHow Almighty God in his magnificenceFavors our race with rank and scopeAnd the gift of wisdom; His sway is wide.Sometimes He allows the mind of a manOf distinguished birth to follow its bent,Grants him fulfillment and felicity on earth And forts to command in his own country.He permits him to lord it in many landsUntil the man in his unthinkingnessForgets that it will ever end for him.He indulges his desires; illness and old ageMean nothing to him; his mind is untroubledBy envy or malice or thought of enemiesWith their hate-honed swords. The whole worldConforms to his will, he is kept from the worstUntil an element of overweening Enters him and takes holdWhile the soul’s guard, its sentry, drowses,Grown too distracted. A killer stalks him,An archer who draws a deadly bow.And then the man is hit in the heart,The arrow flies beneath his defenses,The devious promptings of the demon start.His old possessions seem paltry to him now.He covets and resents; dishonors customAnd bestows no gold; and because of good things That the Heavenly powers gave him in the pastHe ignores the shape of things to come.Then finally the end arrivesWhen the body he was lent collapses and fallsPrey to its death; ancestral possessionsAnd the goods he hoarded and inherited by anotherWho lets them go with a liberal hand.“O flower of warriors, beware of that trap.Choose, dear Beowulf, the better part,Eternal rewards. Do not give way to pride. For a brief while your strength is in bloomBut it fades quickly; and soon there will followIllness or the sword to lay you low,Or a sudden fire or surge of waterOr jabbing blade or javelin from the airOr repellent age. Your piercing eyeWill dim and darken; and death will arrive,Dear warrior, to sweep you away.
— Seamus Heaney
In order to tame death, they refuse to completely enjoy life. In rejecting complete enjoyment, they are half-dead in advance - and that with no guarantee that their sacrifice will actually benefit them when all is done.
— Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
I imagine we're safe, happy, and truly in love. And I imagine that I can tell her without shame and stigma attached to my words. I imagine it because I don't know if I'll survive long enough to be able to live it.
— Lynnette Brisia, Where Darkness Dwells
Every second of every moment should be cherished. Life is beautiful
—  it is a gift and it has an expiry date.
But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.
— Iris Murdoch, The Bell
She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? She did not know. Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before. Nothing intense, nothing desperate, ever happened. Time did not move. The home, the city, the nation, and life itself were eternal; still she had a foreboding that one day, without warning and without pity, all the dear, important things would be destroyed.
— Evan S. Connell
Death and life were just adjacent verandas.
— Salman Rushdie, In the South
...and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.Until that time, I had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. The hand of death is bound to take us, I had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I don't remember when i was born.Death I haven't experienced yet.All I know is I'm here now and right up until my used by date comes , I'm going to shake that tree of life until every leaf falls off.
— Lou Silluzio, Max, the boy who didn't believe in Santa Claus
Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.
— Salman Rushdie
It's already figured out.
— Anonymous
She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.
— J.J. Brown, American Dream
The greatest fear in life is not of death, but unsolicited change.
— Raheel Farooq
We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. it's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There's just decisions and disease and death.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
Do not use life to give life to death. Do not use death to bring death to life.
— Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu
I am just a leaf. Just a leaf falling from the tree so that a new bud may grow.
— Gemma Malley, The Legacy
You are wrong sir, if you think that a man who is any good at all should take into account the risk of life or death; he should look to this only in his actions, whether what he does is right or wrong.
— Socrates, Apology
The neck in front of her came up. The head swivelled 180 degrees and the horse looked at Kin with bright insectile eyes.'YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND,' it said inside Kin's head.'Hell!''THOSE ARE NOT MEANINGFUL CO-ORDINATES.
— Terry Pratchett
Everyone died in solitude, after all. A simple enough truth. A truth no one need fear. The spirits waited before they cast judgement upon a soul, waited for that soul—in its dying isolation—to set judgement upon itself, upon the life it had lived, and if peace came of that, then the spirits would show mercy. If torment rode the Wild Mare, why, then, the spirits knew to match it. When the soul faced itself, after all, it was impossible to lie. Deceiving arguments rang loud with falsehood, their facile weakness too obvious to ignore.
— Steven Erikson, Dust of Dreams
I sat in that room and realized that you can cut off a finger, cut off a hand, even cut off a leg, but if you take a woman's breast, you are cutting more than just a body part.
— Charles Martin, Where the River Ends
The stars are dead, but their memories fill the sky
— Gregory Galloway
LIFE never really ends... It just changes. You never lose your loved ones, you gain guardian angels.
— Tanya Masse
Every war is the war for whoever's lived through it.
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
I would like to disagree. I would like to argue. But that’s the problem with the dead. You can’t fight with them, you can’t reason with them, you can’t prove them wrong or yourself right, beg them to choose you, to stay with you, to love you more than death. They are gone. They have left only a big black ugly gash where their beautiful vibrant selves used to be. They no longer give a shit.
— K.S.R. Burns, Rules for the Perpetual Diet
I want to wake dead people to live alive". Seriously, I can make you living.
— Sivaprakash Sidhu
With a beaming face celebrate the joyful day and rest not therein. For no one can take away his goods with him. Yea, no one returns again, who has gone hence.
— Anonymous
Don’t you find it striking? The personality is constantly dying and it feels like continuity. Meanwhile, we panic about death, which we cannot ever experience. Yet it is this illogical fear that motivates our lives. We gore each other and mutilate ourselves for victory and fame, as if these might swindle mortality and extend us somehow. Then, as death bears down, we agonize over how little we have achieved.
— Tom Rachman
We live in a very entertaining world, but the sad fact is that so much of that entertainment is fruitless and empty. Only building nothing but failure and sadness.
— Auliq Ice
There is an end to everything.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Death is the destiny of every man. I shall not worry over material wealth.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Death is not something you get over. It’s the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.
— Lily Graham, The Postcard
Our legacy is not found in all the 'stuff' we’ve accumulated on our life’s journey. It’s written in the memories of those whose lives we’ve touched along the way.
— Justin Young
That's all any of us have in the end, isn't it? there is death ahead of all of us. And so we live.
— Amanda Sun, Rain
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even so,do not put out my life. Let me still glow.
— Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
I remember when my aunt died, the thing that pissed me off the most was going to get groceries the next day and seeing all those people who didn't care... didn't understand why I was so upset when I saw her brand of cigarettes behind the counter.
— Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead, Vol. 19: March to War
Death comes as it pleases
—  it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not living."-Jared Alexander
— Jared Alexander
Laughter and books and wine are holy things
—  and living is good
Somewhere, somehow, something arises out of the ashes of our losses to remind us that nothing ever ceases. Nothing ever vanishes. Nothing ever comes to nothing.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough
Dear friend, I have searched all nightthrough each burnt paper,but I fear I will never findthe formula to let you die
— Leonard Cohen, Let Us Compare Mythologies
I have spent much of my life around death. I have sat with people as they died. I have listened to others relate near-death experiences. I have studied theology and am aware of what scriptures and religions say about life and death. And I have come to the conclusion that death is not to be feared. Moreover, when it is time for me to move out of this tenement in which I am housed, I intend to look forward to it joyfully.
— Steve Goodier
I’ve never known anyone who was saved who did not first save herself.
— Wendy Wunder, The Probability of Miracles
We brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
— Iris Murdoch, An Unofficial Rose
Take what life can give you, Ana, and do not trouble about the offerings which are laid in the tombs for time to crumble.
— H. Rider Haggard, Moon of Israel
Death is the destiny of every man.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Life is but a breath.The end of life is the last breath of a man.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Two puzzles that cannot be solved:The miracle of birth and misery of death.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
She sees tall, sensible Eleanor sitting out on a terrace at twilight, with bats circling above her head. She sees the Pargiter family rising and falling through the decades like swimmers battling the waves.’Summer Lies Bleeding
— Nuala Casey
Joe knew what the nod meant-this was why they became outlaws. To live moments the insurance salesman of the world, the truck drivers, and lawyers and bank tellers and carpenters and realtors would never know. Moments in a world without nets-none to catch you and none to envelop you. Joe looked at Dion and recalled what he’d felt after the first time they’d knocked over that newsstand on Bowdoin Street when they were thirteen years old, We will probably die young.
— Dennis Lehane
when you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. live your life in such a way that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.
— indian proverb
When I look back all is flux, without beginning and flowing towards no end, or none that I shall experience, except as a final full stop. The items of flotsam that I choose to salvage from the general wreckage—and what is a life but a gradual shipwreck?—may take on an aspect of inevitability when I put them on display in their glass showcases, but they are random; representative, perhaps, perhaps compellingly so, but random nonetheless.
— John Banville, Ancient Light
If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you’ll die a lot of times.
— Dean Smith
The heart never stops even if you stop your breath, Life goes on even if you go through death
— Russell Gutierrez
peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.
— Charles Bukowski, The Pleasures of the Damned
Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing. Remove the fear and judgement to recognize the same pattern as a principle everywhere.
— Franklin Gillette
We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.
— Robert Charles Wilson, Spin
We are so rebellious that when we die our cells refuse to live a second longer. But our souls they live always....
— Shawna Mae Lewis
You can't say it wasn't interesting.
— Roger Ebert, Life Itself
Sometimes I Wonder Where Those Spirits Go After Departing From The Bodies, Then I Realize, They Are All Around Us, In The Nature, Full of Spirits In Different Forms....
— Muhammad Imran Hasan
... and we held our breath, just for a moment, to see if the world had ended, but it hadn't, so we yawned and drank our champagne and carried on living, except for those of us who died, and everything continued such as before.
— Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise
If I Could Read The Last Page of My Life....
— Muhammad Imran Hasan
Nature has granted man no better gift than the shortness of life. The senses grow dull, the limbs are numb, sight, bearing, gait, even the teeth and alimentary organs die before we do, and yet this period is reckoned a portion of life." - Pg. 82
— Robert   Harris, Pompeii
I’m looking for the exit.”“The Last Exit to Brooklyn, will it be?”“Er, no! Just the way out.”From "One man in his time
— Anthony J. Saunders
Everything that is born will eventually die and everything that is created will eventually be destroyed.
— Philip A.K. Øvland
You can't make a date in death's dateless night.
— Joe Haldeman
The choice you make between hating and forgiving can be the story of your life
— Shantaram
Death is never an ending, death is a change;Death is beautiful, for death is strange;Death is one dream out of another flowing.
— Conrad Aiken, The House of Dust
Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being -- not a constant state -- that any soul may be yours, if you find and follow its undulations. The hereafter may be the full ability of consciously living in any chosen soul, in any number of souls, all of them unconscious of their interchangeable burden.
— Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner's scent!
— Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves
The sadness of death lies in the fact that it cannot be reversed. Cherish the world of the living whilst you have it, for you cannot visit there again.
— Sulari Gentill, Chasing Odysseus
And the truth is only that we grow and die and wither even as this grass here.
— Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon
Life is a matter of choice, while death is a matter of time.
— Harold Araneta
Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.
— Christy  Hall, The Little Silkworm
It's a messy business--being alive. But I'd rather have this short time with those I love than have an easy time. We forget about the things we saw that morning,and we choose to build a bigger sandcastle.
— Emm Cole, Keeping Merminia
He could almost taste the tang of that swampy air right here in his own desert parking lot and hear the calls of the heavily beating flock, sorrowing and apologizing and making plans for some other time. Time. He realized that crows had always reminded him of time, dark time. He gazed at the backs of his hands, at the plummy dark repellent veins.
— Joy Williams, The Quick and the Dead
Once born, how long a man will live matters. Once dead, how long he has lived doesn’t.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
he made the poor choice of deciding that he couldn't live either. You can make a better choice. You can choose to get up and live.
— Jesse Haubert, A Stranger In Everyone
After misery follow, or are at least promised to in the unwritten manuscripts of Gods, great things. Sometimes, that great thing can be death.
— Nina -, Johnny Kiddow
Fair... You'd be amazed how often I hear that word, Frank Zhang,and how meaningless it is. Is it fair your life will burn so short and bright? Was it fair when I guided your mother to the Underworld? No, not fair. And yet it was her time. There is no fairness in Death. If you free me, I will do my duty.
— Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
I'll be around my whole life. That's a long time to me.
— Jodi Meadows, Incarnate
For where else can I go to sample daily the richness of life in all its profound chaos?
— Theresa Brown, Critical Care: A New Nurse Faces Death, Life, and Everything in Between
Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.
— Lara Biyuts
I was a puzzle. An enigma. I was nothing. And then I was again.
— Daniel Xiao Wang, Lucid Nightmares
The world, as it is, is not a permanent reality, but is a temporary product of our choices as creators.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.
— Lara Biyuts
So many people die with their dreams in their hands.
— Alex Rogers, I'm Only Human After All
They continued on to London, and she's there, safe and sound, waiting for you.''You can't know for sure.' Piers swung up into the carriage.'You will never know for sure if she's dead or alive unless you keep her near you all the time,' Sebastian said with perfect, if maddening, accuracy.
— Eloisa James, When Beauty Tamed the Beast
In the end, age in numbers is no more than an empty bag. The only way to truly tell a person's years is by examing the contents they have filled it with.
— Thurman P. Banks Jr., Beyond John Dann
A day without family is like a year without rain 
— Susan M Bisaha
All have a shadow over the earth but no shadow under earth or in grave.
— Abidul Huda Chowdhury Suzon
life hurts a lot more than death
— Nandini, Stories from My Heart
Perhaps we’re back at the frontiers only of science here, and there’s nothing supernatural about it – just the emergence, through a thinning divide, of physical space shared with all that’s thought dead and lost.
— Andrea Gillies, The White Lie
We definitely don't exist just for the sake of welcoming death someday; I believe we live for the sake of living on." —Kazuto Kirigaya "Kirito" (Sword Art Online)
— Reki Kawahara, ソードアート・オンライン 2: アインクラッド [Sōdo āto onrain 2: Ainkuraddo]
It was then that I realized I wasn't afraid to lose my life
—  I was afraid to lose the life I could've lived.