No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.

Death is the king of this world: ‚Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil… prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

My son has died of AIDS.

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy’s ranks.

Death surrenders us totally to God: it makes us enter into him; we must, in return, surrender ourselves to death with absolute love and self-abandonment since, when death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

I don’t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

For something to collapse, not all systems have to shut down. In most cases, just one system is enough. For example, the human body is a system of systems. If just one system, such as the cardiovascular system, shuts down, death follows.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

When I die, I’m leaving my body to science fiction.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

It seems sensible to me that we should look to the medical profession, that over the centuries has helped us to live longer and healthier lives, to help us die peacefully among our loved ones in our own home without a long stay in God’s waiting room.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times.

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest. Comedy is my therapy. That’s how I deal with my problems, my personal battles. I talk about it. I give it to my fans. When they laugh at it, it’s a release, for lack of a better word.

The Bible says that as Christians we don’t grieve the same way people do who have no hope of eternity and of Heaven – but we still grieve.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

We’re all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

Mine is only one of the millions of hearts broken over the death of Whitney Houston, I will always be grateful and in awe of the wonderful performance she did on my song, and I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, ‚Whitney, I will always love you. You will be missed.‘

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

People don’t realize what they had till it’s gone. Like President Kennedy, there was no one like him, the Beatles, and my man Elvis Presley. I was the Elvis of boxing.

Absence and death are the same – only that in death there is no suffering.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.

What we live by we die by.

I just always wanted to study human behavior because every psychologist that I would talk to would tell me I was bipolar, and I know I’m not bipolar, so I had to perform a psychoanalysis on myself to find out that I have unresolved grief.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

All that seems indispensible in stating the account between the dead and the living, is to see that the debts against the latter do not exceed the advances made by the former.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Contemplation of life after retirement and life after death can help you deal with contemporary challenges.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

Peoples do not defy repression and death, nor do they remain for nights on end protesting energetically, just because of merely formal matters.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

People wonder aloud about whether I am an okay mother. That is obviously painful because it’s so important to me. It’s hard to hear that people think I’m not a capable mother and a good person, that they just think I’m nuts.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

Understanding does not cure evil, but it is a definite help, inasmuch as one can cope with a comprehensible darkness.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.