Quotes About Death

Against the enemies we're targeting, Ms. Cooper, the method of death is crucial.

Todas las preocupaciones de su vida pasada le parecían insignificantes e intrascendentes en comparación con el carácter definitivo de la muerte. Era una sensación sobrecogedora que quitaba la facultad de pensar, de moverse, de dirigir las extremidades para avanzar hacia la siguiente eventualidad

Fuck you! I hope you die!" "Everybody Dies," I said. "So fuck you.

I dialed it now, and the machine picked up. I listened to a dead man's voice. I hung up, wondering how long it would be before someone unplugged the machine, how long before the telephone company cut off the phone service. You don't die all at once. Not anymore. These days you die a little at a time.

Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot.

I love Italian opera -- it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate.

Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the VARIETY of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love MUST be multiform, else it is just tyranny, just death.

Censors are dead men set up to judge between life and death. For no live, sunny man would be a censor, he'd just laugh.

Constantly risking absurdityand deathwhenever he performsabove the headsof his audiencethe poet like an acrobatclimbs on rimeto a high wire of his own making

Cast up the heart flops over gasping 'Love' a foolish fish which tries to draw its breath from flesh of air And no one there to hear its death among the sad bushes where the world rushes by in a blather of asphalt and delay

At one point in one's life you get a sense of your own mortality. You view death in a certain way. From that point on you look at your fellow man with a new understanding. I have some feelings for it now. They say it happens in your mid-thirties. Sometimes I have a fantasy of my corpse being carried around in a box, people mourning me. Saying, "We shouldn't have treated him so badly.

He'd never been the type of awaken easily, always struggling to cross that daily border between slumber and the responsibilities of the wide awake world. But that day he had opened his eyes and known. Death had announced itself, named a time and place, and left him instantly alert.

Why, if we feel anguish at the death of over 300 law enforcement officers in the attacks against America on September 11, 2001, do we seek actions in police officers that are less decisive and vigorous in dealing with locally threatening circumstances-thereby placing both the officer and the subject of the police response at much greater risk?

You should have died when I killed you.

He met failure as one day he would probably meet death, with cynical resentment and the courage of a solitary.

A dead man is the worst enemy alive ... You can't alter his power over you. You can't alter what you love or owe. And it's too late to ask him for his absolution. He has beaten you all ways.

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet.

Men who fight wars in winter don't live till spring.

Violence gains nothing, killing wins nothing -- only sometimes nothing is what people want. Death is what they want. And they get it.

There are souls ... whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never get weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

Try to comprehend the unity of all; there is one God, and all are one in Him. If we can but bring home to ourselves the unity of that Eternal Love, there will be no more sorrow for us; for we shall realize, not for ourselves alone but for those whom we love, that whether we live or die, we are the Lord's, and that in Him we live and move and have our being, whether it be in this world or in the world to come.

Weep not for me, my friends so dear. I am not dead, just sleeping here. My grassy bed, my grave you see. Prepare in life to follow me. -Zee, off a gravestone

We see our friends are round us falling. We see them buried deep in dust. In solemn silence yet they're calling. Prepare for death, for die you must. -Zee