No crime is a means to an end. No crime can be rationalized.

With a hint of good judgment, to fear nothing, not failure or suffering or even death, indicates that you value life the most. You live to the extreme; you push limits; you spend your time building legacies. Those do not die.

The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is just how it is and that it cannot and will not be changed. Those who think they know how the universe could have been had they created it, without pain, without sorrow, without time, without death, are unfit for illumination.

When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.

Until death it is all life

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

And what would humans be without love? RARE, said Death.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming Wow! What a Ride!

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Those we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Live free or die.

Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.

With a hint of good judgment, to fear nothing, not failure or suffering or even death, indicates that you value life the most. You live to the extreme; you push limits; you spend your time building legacies. Those do not die.

I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning. There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes? I know you are unable to imagine this. Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you again… (Bones)

I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

I have given my word that only death will take me from you.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

We only live once. We all have an expiration date after that we will never come again. I am not saying that to make you sad. I am saying that so you can cherish each moment in your life and be grateful that you are here and you are Special

If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

No,’ Nico said. ‘Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.’ As soon as he said it, Nico realized he could’ve been talking about himself. He decided not to bring that up.

My father chose my name , and my last name was chosen by my ancestors . That’s enough, I myself choose my way

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

Even death has a heart.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

One of the inescapable encumbrances of leading an interesting life is that there have to be moments when you almost lose it.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched…

So, preferring death to capture, I accomplished the most astonishing deeds, and which, more then once, showed me that the too great care we take of our bodies is the only obstacle to the sucess of those projects which require rapid decision, and vigorous and determined execution. In reality, when you have once devoted your life to your enterprises, you are no longer the equal of other men, or, rather, other men are no longer your equals, and whosoever has taken this resolution, feels his strength and resources doubled.

Pride and power fall when the person falls, but discoveries of truth form legacies that can be built upon for generations.

If one thousand of you participate in the murder of one child, then one thousand of you are a thousand times guilty.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death. … Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile? Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.

Pulvis et umbra sumus. ()

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

I have done it, she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S. Go, she says. He waits for you. In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

No one here gets out alive.

The life you have left is a gift. Cherish it. Enjoy it now, to the fullest. Do what matters, now.

How unhappy does one have to be before living seems worse than dying?

Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.

Respect your grief. For, if there is a wall within you that needs mending. It will mend it. — Grief

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

What do you most value in your friends? Their continued existence.

The only certainty life contains is death.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

This world that was our home for a brief spell never brought us anything but pain and grief; its a shame that not one of our problems was ever solved. We depart with a thousand regrets in our hearts.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

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.

If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence, or at any rate not take it upon himself to impose that burden upon it in cold blood?

No one escapes from life alive.

Like everyone else, you want to learn the way to win, but never to accept the way to lose, to accept defeat, to learn to die is to be liberated from it. So when tomorrow comes, you must free your ambitious mind, and learn the art of dying.