Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;Thus unlamented let me die;Steal from the world, and not a stoneTell where I lie.

Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.

The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.

We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Pete

Just being alive should make you late for everything. In case you've never noticed, the dead are always on time.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

It’s quite simple. Death isn’t what we think it is. It isn’t life which ends but time which stops.

Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

The best part about love is it’ll still be around long after I’m dead. That’s also the worst part.