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It wasn’t one event, but a series of events followed by years of research adjudicated by panels of experts and committees of laypeople until a decision was finally made: we’ve been going about handling dead people all wrong.

I’ve always believed that talking to the dead is sometimes easier than talking to the living.” She shrugged at his questioning look. “They listen better.

It wasn't the first time Moss had heard the pop of a gunshot. Nor was it the first time he'd heard the sickening sound of air leaving someone's body. The sound meant the worst.

I’ve got money!” Eve exclaimed in a frantic frenzy of hope, her eyes dancing wildly with the notion that there was some way out of this. “I mean, I don’t know what use money is to the Grim Reaper, but I’ve got a ton of cash! It’s in a hat box under my bed! I’ve got a bright red Lexus in the garage, I’ve got my engagement ring upstairs, it’s real gold… there must be something we can trade off with…” “You can’t bribe me away, I’m afraid,” said Mr. Azrael. “Money means nothing where I come from.

I was a woman who thought of dead things. All the time. I couldn’t help it.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

I understood that to live is to be free ... that to have friends is necessary ... that to fight is to stay alive ... that to be happy you just need to want ... I learned that time heals ... that the grudge disappears ... that disappointment does not kill ... that today is a reflection of yesterday. I understood that we can cry without shedding tears ... that true friends remain ... what a pain strengthens ... what to win magnifies... I learned that dreaming is not fantasize ... that to smile you have to make someone smile ... that beauty is not what we see, but what we feel ... that the value is in the strength of achievement ... I realized that words have power ... that to accomplish is better than to talk ... that the look does not lie ... that living is learning from mistakes ... I learned that everything depends on the will ... that the best is to be ourselves ... that the SECRET of life is LIVE! " "And one of the things I learned is that one should live though. Although, one must eat. Although, we must love. Although, it must die. Even it is often the very although that pushes us forward. It was the despite of that gave me an anguish that unsatisfied was breeder my own life.

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead. And buried.

I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd never had a boyfriend. You just don't go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they're dead.

I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.

I woke up dead. Not only dead...but in hell. I had always been somewhat sketchy on what the afterlife - were there actually such a thing - would be like for a person such as I. From all accounts and all my imaginings, I figured it would be one of two things. Either I would be surrounded by great, burning masses that were endlessly immolating souls in torment... or else I would find myself trapped within my own mind as a helpless bystander, condemned to watching me live out my life over and over again and powerless to do anything to change any of it. When idle speculation prompted me to dwell on these two options, I would find myself drawn invariably to the former, since the later was just too hideous to contemplate. ... I was almost afraid to open my eyes, because once I did, I would know one way or the other. Perhaps I could have just lain there forever. Perhaps I was supposed to. Perhaps that was my true condemnation: to simply reside in hell with my eyes closed afraid of opening them lest matters deteriorate even further than they already had. This, in turn, made me dwell on the fact that every time I had believed things couldn’t get worse, they promptly had done so with almost gleeful enthusiasm .

I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn't even tell the difference.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

I wonder what it's like to be dead.

Live an exemplary life as a leader. When you are gone, you will still lead from the grave because your influence, impacts and inspirations will become and information for the living.

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead’ Little children say, “He should not have made me live!” Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

I will come back from the dead for you.

Lo importante es tener salud, el resto se arregla". Es la más pura verdad, Victoria, para todo, todo de verdad, en esta vida hay solución, menos para la muerte.

Losing some faculties is worse than losing your life.

Los muertos le daban mala espina o al menos eso decía ella, pero yo no comprendía que eso fuese posible. Los cadáveres están tranquilos y en silencio: totalmente quietos, totalmente inofensivos. Un cuerpo nunca se va a mover, no se reirá de ti y no te juzgará. Un muerto no te va a chillar, a pegar ni a abandonar.

I wondered if I might be dead, and I felt no sorrow, only worry over the afterlife, if it was going to be just like this, just as boring. If I'm dead, I thought, let this be the end. The silliness.

Madoka: Won't anyone notice that Mami-san is dead? Homura: Mami Tomoe's only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of the wards, not even a body is left behind. She'll wind up forever a "missing person"... That is what happens to magical girls in the end. Madoka: ...That's too cruel! Mami-san has been fighting all alone for a long time for everyone's sake! For no one to even notice that she's gone... That's just too lonely a fate... Homura: It is just that kind of contract that gives us the power in the first place. It isn't for anyone else's sake. We fight on for the sake of our own prayer. So for no one to notice... for the world to forget us... That is just something we have to accept.

Love won't kill you. -Carla

Love is dead, and the only thing remained is a small slice of respect.

Many a death was precipitated by the food, the job, or the medication whose main function was to postpone it.

Many a survivor of a plane crash who is or was against cannibalism and had never eaten human flesh once found themselves in a situation where they had to either eat human flesh, or go the way of all flesh.

Many marriages would have been laid to rest a long time ago, if they were not on a life-support machine called other people’s opinions and/or expectations.

Mama wasn't dead...exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well that day, and Elma reckoned dead just meant pretendin' you couldn't move or breathe until nightfall when you got up and walked around like you was free.

March 1898 What a strange dream I had last night! I wandered in the warm streets of a port, in the low quarter of some Barcelona or Marseille. The streets were noisome, with their freshly-heaped piles of ordure outside the doors, in the blue shadows of their high roofs. They all led down towards the sea. The gold-spangled sea, seeming as if it had been polished by the sun, could be seen at the end of each thoroughfare, bristling with yard-arms and luminous masts. The implacable blue of the sky shone brilliantly overhead as I wandered through the long, cool and sombre corridors in the emptiness of a deserted district: a quarter which might almost have been dead, abruptly abandoned by seamen and foreigners. I was alone, subjected to the stares of prostitutes seated at their windows or in the doorways, whose eyes seemed to ransack my very soul. They did not speak to me. Leaning on the sides of tall bay-windows or huddled in doorways, they were silent. Their breasts and arms were bare, bizarrely made up in pink, their eyebrows were darkened, they wore their hair in corkscrew-curls, decorated with paper flowers and metal birds. And they were all exactly alike! They might have been huge marionettes, or tall mannequin dolls left behind in panic - for I divined that some plague, some frightful epidemic brought from the Orient by sailors, had swept through the town and emptied it of its inhabitants. I was alone with these simulacra of love, abandoned by the men on the doorsteps of the brothels. I had already been wandering for hours without being able to find a way out of that miserable quarter, obsessed by the fixed and varnished eyes of all those automata, when I was seized by the sudden thought that all these girls were dead, plague-stricken and putrefied by cholera where they stood, in the solitude, beneath their carmine plaster masks... and my entrails were liquefied by cold. In spite of that harrowing chill, I was drawn closer to a motionless girl. I saw that she was indeed wearing a mask... and the girl in the next doorway was also masked... and all of them were horribly alike under their identical crude colouring... I was alone with the masks, with the masked corpses, worse than the masks... when, all of a sudden, I perceived that beneath the false faces of plaster and cardboard, the eyes of these dead women were alive. Their vitreous eyes were looking at me... I woke up with a cry, for in that moment I had recognised all the women. They all had the eyes of Kranile and Willie, of Willie the mime and Kranile the dancer. Every one of the dead women had Kranile's left eye and Willie's right eye... so that every one of them appeared to be squinting. Am I to be haunted by masks now?

Marketing without sales is dead.

Marshall wished he knew what to call her, wished he could memorialize her somehow. There was dignity in eulogies, in little ribbons tied to trees, in a name.

Massoud is dead, but not the hope ! (Massoud est mort, - Mais pas l'espoir !)

Maybe it's for good what has happen, maybe it's not for good. Nobody knows, but don't ruin your day thinking about this sad event (The Dead). In the film "The Night Before", the same thing happen, but it went to something new and wonderful, marvelous how?? The friends become best friends, parties, loads fun. This is all what we need!

Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they'd built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized the value of distance, of not losing one's self completely to love.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene

Many millions of people have lost their lives while trying to save a few minutes.

Meaning of the "White House" to the war victim children of Syria or Palestine is nothing but just a white-painted house. Perhaps, they imagine Casper lives there...or maybe some dead people. They really don't have time to think about it. Because they are busy discovering their own bloody limbs along with their parents' dead bodies from the ashes of their burnt homes.

May the dead body of agony remain asleep resting its head on a pillow of flowers.

Meanwhile, we have carved out a place for ourselves among the dead; the glittering pinnacles of commerce rise along the skyline, their foundations sunk in a charnel house; and the lost lie forgotten below us as, overhead, we persaude ourselves that we are immortal and carry on the business of life.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

Morir, morir, en cuanto hay alguna dificultad a todos nos entra esa obsesión con la muerte.

Metias is gone again. He is always gone.

Most people do not mind dying, as long as that does not happen today.

Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.

Mungu alikuumba miaka mingi kabla hujazaliwa. Ndani ya roho yako kulikuwa na mpango mkuu wa Mungu juu ya maisha yako katika kipindi chote utakachokuwa hai, na katika kipindi chote utakachokuwa mfu. Lakini Shetani katika mji wa angani unaosemekana kuzuia majibu ya maombi ya Danieli ya siku ishirini na moja, kutoka mbinguni kuja duniani, uitwao Sadiki, wenye mashetani wenye nguvu kuliko mashetani wote katika ufalme wa giza, akaizuia roho hiyo kisha akaiwekea mpango mkuu wa Shetani juu ya maisha yako ili umtumikie yeye badala ya kumtumikia Mwenyezi Mungu. Kwa mfano, Mungu alipanga uzaliwe mkoani Arusha. Halafu akapanga mke au mume wako azaliwe mkoani Mwanza. Mkoani Arusha Mungu alipanga uwe mwinjilisti wa vitabu, wakati mkoani Mwanza alipanga mke au mume wako awe mwimbaji wa nyimbo za injili. Katika mikoa yote miwili Mungu alishatuma malaika wema wa kuwasaidia katika mipango mikuu ya maisha yenu na kuwaepusha na hila zote za adui. Lakini badala ya kuzaliwa Arusha au Mwanza Shetani ataziprogramu roho zenu upya ili wa Arusha azaliwe Dodoma au Mara au Venezuela na wa Mwanza azaliwe Lindi au Kagera au Mombasa, ambapo hakutakuwa na malaika wema wa kuwasaidia. Badala ya kuwa mwinjilisti wa vitabu, Shetani atakufanya uwe jambazi; na badala ya kuwa mwimbaji wa nyimbo za injili, Shetani atakufanya uwe mwanamuziki. Ndiyo maana wakati mwingine ni vizuri kuhama sehemu unapoishi na kwenda kuishi sehemu nyingine, ambapo kwa kusaidiana na malaika wako wa mwanzo ambaye Mungu alikupangia kabla hujazaliwa, utafanikiwa katika maisha yako, kama alivyofanya Ibrahimu. Watu wengi wanaishi maisha ambayo si ya kwao. Kukomboa kile ambacho Mungu alikipanga ndani ya roho yako kabla hujazaliwa, na kabla roho yako haijazuiwa na mashetani wa angani, kuwa karibu na Mwenyezi Mungu. Kwa Mungu hakuna siri, atakufunulia tu.