Quotes About Death

The look on Matthew Leroux's face when I left was terrible to behold. Having lost my own wife, Maeve, to cancer, I actually knew how it felt to helplessly watch a person you deeply love hover between life and death. How the inconsolable pain of it buries you to the point where the thought of your own death is actually a hope and a comfort.

I must say, girlfriend, you had much better taste than I ever gave you credit for," Coco said to the corpse. "When it came right down to it, after a brief inventory of your wardrobe, I see you had the money and you spent it reasonably well. And from the bottom of my heart? You are beautiful even in death. Brava, my dear. Brava.

Jacques-Louis David's The Death of Socrates.

So, let me get this right...the big whoop about being human is that you get to die?

She'd given me Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's famous book On Death and Dying. It described the stages in the death process: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.

Life goes on, doesn't it? Bud Rankin dies. A baby is born.

What was good, and what was ill, What would save life, and what would kill. Thus gone, amongst you I may live, And dead, yet speak and counsel give. Farewell, my birds, farewell, adieu, I happy

catalepsy could be triggered by disease, certain drugs, or traumatic shock. And if the "undead" was cooled down—for instance, by being stored inside a morgue's cold room—the brain would remain functional until death took over or the person awoke.

You can't bring the dead back. You can't even make sense of why things happen. All you can do is the best you can to let the living believe their souls are at peace.

I'm lucky I didn't die, huh? That is seriously bottom-of-the-barrel luck Or else it's the best kind of luck there is

brutal mass murder had taken place in that white house on the cul-de-sac before us. The Daley family of Omaha—Calvin, Bea, Ross, Sharon, and Janet—were found dead in their home two nights before Christmas.

Gautier was possibly dead, probably dead. I ran as I shouted, "Take

Madre, hija, niño de tres años —insistí, empezando otra vez a enfadarme—. A nadie les importan una mierda. —¿Y qué? Nadie se preocupaba por ellos cuando estaban vivos. ¿Por qué esperas que se preocupen ahora que han muerto?

Life will end in death and unhappiness, but we do it anyway.

If someone were to say that life at hard labor is as painful as death and therefore equally cruel, I should reply that, taking all the unhappy moments of perpetual slavery together, it is perhaps even more painful, but these moments are spread out over a lifetime, and capital punishment exercises all its power in an instant.

Although I think I'm relatively happy as a person, I think there's something unhappy at the root of all my writing. I'd say optimistic but unhappy. Nothing that's particularly original, other than that we're going to live and die, and terrible things happen.

I'm going to die unhappy. That's how artists roll!

Saddam Hussein was a brutal tyrant. I am glad he is now on trial for crimes against humanity. But, opposition to a dictator is not the measure I use when deciding whether to send our men and women in uniform off to war and possible death.

That is the great thing about policing, you do have a lot of responsibility very early and you have got to make decisions, sometimes life and death decisions, very quickly and there is something about putting a uniform on and thinking 'people are looking to me to make decisions and to look after them' that makes you feel capable.

Death is acceptable only if it represents the physically necessary passage toward a union, the condition of a metamorphosis.

Death created the modern American union, not just by ensuring national survival, but by shaping enduring national structures and commitments. The work of death was Civil War America's most fundamental and most demanding undertaking.

Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

The biggest problem is the funerals that don't exist. People call the funeral home, they pick up the body, they mail the ashes to you, no grief, no happiness, no remembrance, no nothing. That happens more often than it doesn't in the United States.