Quotes About Death

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

O LIVING always, always dying! O the burials of me past and present, O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever; O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them, To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world

Come, said my Soul Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after death invisibly return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas'd smiles I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now, Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name, WALT WHITMAN

Amint elnéztem a szántogató földmívest, Vagy a magot szóró magvetÅ't a mezÅ'n, vagy az aratót, amint arat, Megláttam, ó élet és halál, hasonlatosságaidat; (Az élet, az élet a földmívelés, a halál pedig az aratás.)

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Death and immortality were but two aspects of the same blessed hope to this man, who poured out his life in a turgid fount of ecstatic joy in living:

Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward annihilation?

Night, sleep, death and the stars.

I have said that the soul is not more than the body And the body not more than the soul And nothing, not God is greater to one than one's self is And he who walks a furlong without sympathy Walks to is own funeral drest in shroud

how different everything would have been "if they had been victorious in life who have won victory in death.

Das Werk ist die Totenmaske der Konzeption.

Em consequência, o romance não é significativo por descrever pedagogicamente um destino alheio, mas porque esse destino alheio, graças à chama que o consome, pode dar-nos o calor que não podemos encontrar em nosso próprio destino. O que seduz o leitor no romance é a esperança de aquecer sua vida gelada com a morte descrita no livro.

They say death's a going to bed; I doubt it; but anyhow life's a long undressing. We came in puling and naked, and every stitch must come off before we get out again. We must stand on our feet in all our Rabelaisian nakedness, and watch the world fade.

Men whose constant companion was death needed women in a way most men couldn't understand.

Fools commit suicide and think they're doing themselves a favor.

We had tasted what it was like being dead. We had rolled it around in our mouths and swallowed it and now the stink from it was coming from us. We weren't all right. We would have to learn to be alive again.

Here is our gentle and beloved Leonardo, who became a vegetarian because of his fondness for all creatures, wallowing in horrifying depictions of death.

una vida bien empleada trae una muerte feliz.»

As a well-spent day brings a happy sleep," Leonardo had written thirty years earlier, "so a well-employed life brings a happy death.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.

By early 1778, Voltaire was 84 and ailing, and there had even been stories that he had died. (His retort, even better than Mark Twain's similar one, was that the reports were true, only premature.)

Al igual que un día bien aprovechado trae un sueño feliz —había escrito Leonardo treinta años antes—, una vida bien empleada trae una muerte feliz.»[27] Esta le llegó el 2 de mayo de 1519, al poco de cumplir sesenta y siete años.