Quotes About Death

He's also able to accept death. He's not happy about it, but he's perfectly calm. When I stop all this treatment, it will be because it's time to stop.

I realized then that for all of us part of the process of mom's dying was mourning, not just her death, but also the death of our dreams of things to come. You don't really lose the person who has been.

I was learning that when you're with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time. Yet

We've reached a point in American history when death has become almost the last obscenity. Have you noticed how many of us refuse to say 'he or she died'? We're far more likely to say 'she passed away,' as though death were a sterile process of modest preparation, followed by shrink-wrapping, then rapid transit—where? Well, elsewhere. In short, it's the single thing we're loath to discuss in public.

Every year pancreatic cancer kills more than 35,000 people in America—it's the fourth leading cause of cancer death.

I realized then that for all of us, part of the process of Mom's dying was mourning not just her death but also the death of our dreams of things to come. You don't really lose the person who has been; you have all those memories.

I asked Mom why she thought that was, and she pointed out that joy is a product not of whether characters live or die but of what they've realized and achieved, or how they are remembered.

Mother sighed with exasperation. "Look, there aren't any "people in charge of death". When you die you move to another part of London, that's all there is to it. Period.

Well, it's like this," began Mother, "When you die you go and live in another part of London. And that's it." ~ North London Book of the Dead

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Waarom zal ik mij moreel gedragen, als ik toch in ieder geval de doodstraf krijg? Iedereen krijgt nou eenmaal de doodstraf en iedereen weet het.

The good die when they should live, the evil live when they should die; heroes perish and cowards escape; noble efforts do not succeed because they are noble, and wickedness is consumed in its own nature. Looking at truth is not at first a heartening experience--it becomes so, if at all, only with time, with infinite patience, and with the luck of a little personal happiness.

I fear vastly more a futile, incompetent old age than I do any form of death.

Someone with a coherent philosophy of life will know what in life is worth attaining, and because this person has spent time trying to attain the thing in life he believed to be worth attaining, he has probably attained it, to the extent that it was possible for him to do so. Consequently, when it comes time for him to die, he will not feel cheated. To the contrary, he will, in the words of Musonius, "be set free from the fear of death."2 Consider,

They tell us to live each day as if it were our last. They tell us to practice Stoicism in part so we will not fear death.

Here is the death of human pride. Beside the glory of Christ, all human titles are of no importance and all human claims become ridiculous.

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

England! awake! awake! awake!Jerusalem thy sister calls!Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of deathAnd close her from thy ancient walls?

He withers all in silence, and in his hand Unclothes the earth and freezes up frail life.

But it pleased God to visit us then with death daily, and with so general a disease that the living were scarce able to bury the dead.

Underneath this sable hearseLies the subject of all verse:Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.Death, ere thou hast slain anotherFair and learned and good as she,Time shall throw a dart at thee.

Well, that's the point, isn't it? We are all sorry for what is inevitable. Piece by piece it is taken away from us. We appear to bargain, but it all comes to the same thing in the end. Death and condolences.

Speech after long silence; it is right,All other lovers being estranged or dead…That we descant and yet again descantUpon the supreme theme of Art and Song:Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; youngWe loved each other and were ignorant.

A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon dead.