Quotes About Death

22David replied, "I fasted and wept while the child was alive, for I said, 'Perhaps the LORD will be gracious to me and let the child live.' 23But why should I fast when he is dead? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him one day, but he cannot return to me.

8Redemption does not come so easily, for no one can ever pay enough 9to live forever and never see the grave.

Terror doesn't happen because some group of people somewhere . . . simply decide to hate [others]. It happens because children aren't being offered a bright enough future that they have a reason to choose life over death.

I've learned that terror doesn't happen because some group of people somewhere like Pakistan or Afghanistan simply decide to hate us. It happens because children aren't being offered a bright enough future that they have a reason to choose life over death.

Anybody living in the strength of Christ's baptism lives in the strength of Christ's death. Dietrich Bonhoeffer

reality. Death would have been preferable. She slid the glass back into the indentation it had made on her Pottery Barn catalog.

Delphinium scopulorum, better known as Rocky Mountain larkspur, wasn't just cardiotoxic; it had neuromuscular blocking effects, shutting down a body limb by limb until paralysis set in. Then death.

I've never been out four days. You've never been dead before.

I've never been out four days." "You've never been dead before.

You know, Marlow, you're a real asshole." Jade paused and ran his thumb across his bottom lip. "He gets himself killed breaking cover and I'm the asshole. Astonishing logic.

Dying, she thought, is the only way out of what is happening to me.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

Spirit is Life It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea

He was transfused throughout our nature, in order that our nature might by this transfusion of the Divine become itself divine, rescued as it was from death, and put beyond the reach of the caprice of the antagonist.

The deer carcass hangs from a rafter. Wrapped in blankets, a boy keeps watch from a pile of loose hay. Then he sleeps and dreams about a death that is coming: Inside him, there are small bones scattered in a field among burdocks and dead grass. He will spend his life walking there, gathering the bones together. Pigeons rustle in the eaves. At his feet, the German shepherd snaps its jaws in its sleep.

The dead sing us songs I'm learning to answer.

You may bury my body, down by the highway side Babe, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone You may bury my body, ooooo, down by the highway side So my old evil spirit Can get a Greyhound bus, and ride.

People who are most strongly attached to a belief in an afterlife are more likely to try to delay death when it's clearly imminent. That doesn't make any logical sense. If people believe in a blissful afterlife, then logically, you'd think they'd accept their death gracefully, and would even welcome it. But it makes perfect sense when you think of religion, not as a way of genuinely coping with the fear of death, but as a way of putting it on the back burner.

As Ayaan Hirsi Ali wrote: "The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism." Having no cognitive dissonance in my philosophy of death is a profound comfort. This might not be true for everybody: some people do seem better able to live with cognitive dissonance than others. But it's certainly true for me. And it seems to be true for many other people.

Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

A writer makes a pact with loneliness. It is her, or his, beach on which waves of desire, wild mind, speculation break. In my work, in my life, I am always moving toward and away from aloneness. To write is to refuse to cover up the rawness of being alive, of facing death.

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to came are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to come are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

Si todos aceptan lavar las ofensas fácilmente, no hay honor. Ciertas cicatrices, es mejor conservarlas. Es como el olvido. Cada muerte injusta que uno olvida, cava la fosa de su propia muerte.