death-and-dying

To confront death, in any guise, is to identify with the victim and face what is unsettling and sobering

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor

If the push towards life sustaining technology were balanced with options for comfort care in both medical school training and the healthcare culture, more people would have the chance to transition to death with dignity and grace.

[G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.

I really like people. But I don't know how it will end.

I was finally beginning to perceive that no matter how many dead people I might see, or people at the instant of their death, I would never manage to grasp death, that very moment, precisely in itself. It was one thing or the other: either you are dead, and then in any case there's nothing else to understand, or else you are not yet dead, and in that case, even with the rifle at the back of your head or the rope around your neck, death remains incomprehensible, a pure abstraction, this absurd idea that I, the only living person in the world, could disappear. Dying, we may already be dead, but we never die, that moment never comes, or rather it never stops coming, there it is, it's coming, and then it's still coming, and then it's already over, without ever having come.

I kept a picture of me kissing my dad__ corpse on the forehead in my wallet for years. I__ break it out any time someone showed me a baby picture, just so they would know how it ends.

Every living thing dies, Art. That__ why we cherish it while we have it. That__ why we respect the decisions our loved ones make for themselves. That__ why we love, and why we care, and why we hurt. Because everything dies.

I discovered the bleeding when he licked my hand and left a swath of blood behind, death's autograph.

How are we supposed to live every day if we know we're going to die?' He looked at me, clearly pained by the dawning of my genetically predestined morbidity. He had been the same way as a kid. A day never went by where he didn't think about this eventual demise. He sighed, leaned back in his chair, unable to conjure a comforting answer. 'You just do'.

Your body's dying...pay no attention

They say that a near death experience makes a person see a flash of their past, but that hasn't happened to me at all.

Death is just one more Path. One you'll come to in time.

Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends.Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets?Death: I have no secrets.Antonius Block: So do you know nothing?Death: I am unknowing.

In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about, Who might be the first I would converse with, when I am about to bite the dust?

[Mayor Dana] I don't know a lot of things. I do know there will always be problems for Night Vale. There are so many. Usually they pass. Often they kill many people, but what are people but deaths that haven't happened yet? [Jackie] Births that already happened?

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.