“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.”

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

“It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains… If only one could leave this life slowly!”

“Son. Everyone dies alone. That’s what it is. It’s a door. It’s one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn’t mean you’ve got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren’t alone on the other side.”

“Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.”

“The only certainty life contains is death.”

“We cannot, after all, judge a biography by its length, by the number of pages in it; we must judge by the richness of the contents…Sometimes the ‘unfinisheds’ are among the most beautiful symphonies.”

“You should read something else.”Why would he have done that to him?”I don’t know,” she said.Do you ever feel like Job?”She smiled, a little twinkle in her eyes.Sometimes.”But you haven’t lost your faith?”No,” I knew she hadn’t, but I think I was losing mine.Is it because you think you might get better?”No,” she said,”its because its the only thing I have left.”

“The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

“I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)”

“No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.”

“See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.”