Quotes About Death

Das Problem war nur, dass zwar die Weißen vom Virus befallen wurden, aber andere Leute sterben mussten.

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devourBrightness falls from the airQueens have died young and fairDust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must dieLord have mercy on us.

Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die.Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye. I am sick, I must die. Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate, Earth still holds open her gate. "Come, come!" the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die. 'A Litany in Time of Plague

He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.

He that is the author of war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.

The Christian mythologists tell us that Christ died for the sins of the world, and that he came on Purpose to die. Would it not then have been the same if he had died of a fever or of the small pox, of old age, or of anything else?

When you're dead, the way death got you is just one thing that happened among thousands. You don't care more about that day than any of the others, just because it was the last day. You'll see.

The Last Supper is meant to picture not only the fulfillment of past promises of God and the present impending death of Jesus, but just as much the assured future of an even greater meal in the coming kingdom of God.

believe that at least twenty percent of autopsies nationwide reveal that the initial theory of the cause of death is wrong.

The difference between the two kinds of death, in other words, is essentially a difference of perspective. From the perspective of those already crucified in Christ, the destruction of the false self is clearly a good thing; it is liberation or salvation itself. But from the perspective of those who continue to cling to the false self, its destruction will be a fearsome thing; it will seem like the very destruction of themselves.

The Bible is the Book of Emancipation of Man. The emancipation of man means his delivery from sorrow and sickness, from poverty, struggle and uncertainty, from ignorance and limitation, and finally from death itself.

But we shook hands", I told her fiercely. "He forgave me - I know he did." "It's easy for the dead to forgive", she said, equally fierce. "But it's the living you've got to ask it of.

The shocked gloomy aftermath of death pressed a heavy hand upon the house.

Death threats from the ignorant, the criminal, the dishonest, and the ideologue, not the plagiarisms of the envious, is the sincerest form of flattery for an opinionated author.

God sometimes afflicts with infirmity of body. Sickness takes away the comfort of life, and makes one in deaths oft.

We should look upon sin in two looking-glasses—the glass of Christ's blood, and the glass of death.

None ever complained of serving God: it was their comfort and their crown on their death-bed.

The serious thoughts of our short stay here would be a great means of promoting godliness. What if death should come before we are ready? What if our life should breathe out before God's Spirit has breathed in? Whoever considers how flitting and winged his life is, will hasten his repentance!

The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.

We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.

Most everybody in the world climbs into their graves married.

ma presto moriremo e ogni ricordo di quei cinque lascerà la terra, e noi stessi saremo amati per qualche tempo ancora e poi dimenticati. Ma l'amore sarà bastato; e tutti gli impulsi dell'amore ritornano all'amore da cui sono venuti. Nemmeno i ricordi sono necessari all'amore. C'è una terra dei vivi e una terra dei morti, e il ponte è l'amore, la sola sopravvivenza, il solo significato".

soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.