Quotes About Death

So much of motion, is so much of life, and so much of joy, and to stand still, or get on but slowly, is death and the devil.

If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;--and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,--then certes the soul does not inhabit there.

Alas, poor YORICK!

The with forbidden the death of warriors

Decadence attracts me. It suggests a new world, and, for me, society's struggle between life and death is absolutely beautiful.

Americans have an abiding belief in their ability to control reality by purely material means... airline insurance replaces the fear of death with the comforting prospect of cash.

But the dead, they have ghosts. Ghosts are very useful for haunting. Never forget the dead, Tula. They have their function. They sometimes speak at the most useful or inopportune times.

So when the friends we love the best lie in their churchyard bed, we must not cry too bitterly over the happy dead; because, for our dear Saviour's sake, our sins are all forgiven; and Christians only fall asleep to wake again in Heaven.

La mayoría de los muertos callan. Ya no dicen nada. Literalmente ya lo han dicho todo. Pero no sucede así con los poetas. Los poetas siguen hablando

It is so difficult to be honest when someone has died; it's as if truth stops at the grave even when the lies continue to hurt the living.

We live by encouragement and die without it--slowly, sadly, angrily.

Lydia is dead. But they don't know this yet. 1977, May 3, six thirty in the morning, no one knows anything but this innocuous fact: Lydia is late for breakfast.

But she did not know how to explain what had happened, how everything had changed in just one day, how someone she loved so dearly could be there one minute, and the next minute: gone.

Is she—dying?" Izzy whispered. It was a ridiculous question, but in that moment she was honestly terrified this might be true. If a soul could leave a body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

Lydia is dead.

Why are they even here, Nath wonders, and when the service starts and they all crane their necks toward the coffin at the front, under the sassafras tree, he understands. They are drawn by the spectacle of sudden death.

Ölmek istiyorum, dekorsuz, poz almadan. Batan bir güne? gibi ihti?amla de?il, kaderin bileklerime takt??? prangalardan kurtulmak için ölmek. Mütevazi bir odadan süslü bir salona geçer gibi, realiteden tarihe geçmek umurumda de?il. Ah inanabilseydim. Ist?rap gayyas?nda aylarca kald?m, orada yaln?z sükut vard?. Neredesin, yanan aln?m? mü?fik avuçlar?nda dinlendirecek Meçhul Dost?

Biterek ölmek ne güzel, ba?lamadan ölmek korkunç!

There is no remembrance which time doth not obliterate, nor pain which death doth not put an end to.

Non c'è niente che sappia di morte, - continuò, - più del sole d'estate, della gran luce, della natura esuberante. Tu fiuti l'aria e senti il bosco, e ti accorgi che piante e bestie se ne infischiano di te. Tutto vive e si macera in se stesso. La natura è la morte...

Io non credo che possa finire. Ora che ho visto cos'è guerra, cos'è guerra civile, so che tutti, se un giorno finisse, dovrebbero chiedersi: - E dei caduti che facciamo? perché sono morti? - Io non saprei cosa rispondere. Non adesso, almeno. Né mi pare che gli altri lo sappiano. Forse lo sanno unicamente i morti, e soltanto per loro la guerra è finita davvero.

O amor é o grande manifesto; a urgência de ser, de ter alguma importância e, se a morte vier, morrer com valentia, com clamor — em suma, permanecer na memória.

I mostri non muoiono. Quello che muore è la paura che t'incutono.

Ci si sente umiliati perché si capisce, si tocca con gli occhi, che al posto del morto potremmo essere noi: non ci sarebbe differenza, e se viviamo lo dobbiamo al cadavere imbrattato. Per questo ogni guerra è una guerra civile: ogni caduto somiglia a chi resta, e gliene chiede ragione.