Quotes About Death

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly Contrives. In all creation, be assured, There is no death - no death, but only change And innovation; what we men call birth Is but a different new beginning; death Is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps This may have moved to that and that to this, Yet still the sum of things remains the same. Nothing can last, I do believe, for long In the same image.

Wait for the final day. Call no man happy until he is dead and his body is laid to rest in the grave.

His eyes opened when it was all over. You should have let me die. I couldn't, she said. He took my soul. No, love, he couldn't. Your soul is safe with me.

No, the man said, looking past him with his empty gaze, the realm of the dead isn't anything. But to those who have been there, nothing else is anything either.

Love is something which dies and when dead it rots and becomes soil for a new love. The the dead love continues its secret life in the living one, and thus in reality there is no death in love.

Kärleken är någonting som dör. Och när den dör går den över i förruttnelse och kan bli jordmån för en ny kärlek. Den döda kärleken lever då sitt hemliga liv i den levande och det finns i själva verket i kärleken ingen död.

El amor es algo que muere. Y cuando muere se pudre, pero puede servir de humus para un nuevo amor. De modo que aquel amor ya muerto continúa viviendo una vida secreta en el nuevo amor, y así nos hallamos con que el amor es inmortal.

Eternity… It has nothing to do with life, I thought; it is the contrary to all life. It is something limitless, endless, a realm of death which the living must look into with horror. Was it here that I was to dwell?

he was alone in the endless night that rested over the whole earth, alone in heaven and on earth and among the living and the dead. This he had always been . . . .

Warrior, when you pledge yourself to the service of a High Priestess, the goal is not to frighten her to death but to protect your lady from death.

If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope. - Zoey Mongomery (Redbird)

I know dead. I've been there, done that and got the freakin' T-shirt.

But you don't belong here! You're dead!I sobbed against his chest. Zo,babe,this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you. Memory crashed over me, drowning me with despair and darkness and reality as my world shattered,and evrything went black.

No, Zoey. Heat sounded pissed. It's not okay here. Not for you. Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm not dead. Yet.

Stevie Rae looked from vampyre to vampyre. "Y'all need to get your shit together. Here's a newsflash from the only High Priestess you have left at this dang school: Zoey isn't dead. And believe me, I know dead. I've been there, done that, and got the frickin' T-shirt." Stevie Rae turned her back on the room and, with her fledglings, got the heck outta there.

As a child of the Goddess, I know that when a being dies, the soul lives on. That dying is only a way of forgetting pain and suffering--that it is a pathway to travel back to the Goddess to be renewed and made strong-- to rest and to one day be ready to return to this realm, for it is spoken by the High Priestess...

Damien has died and gone straight to gay boy heaven,' Shaunee said...

if the goddes can forgive her, can't we? I think there's a big difference between forgiving her and makin her into something she wasn't just because she's dead

But you don't belong here! You're dead! I sobbed against his chest. Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity.             Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay              Ta-ra-ra BOOM— And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change.

I see no percentage in your being alive. I wish you were a corpse, preferably a mangled one. I should like to dance on your remains.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida.