Quotes About Death

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you had died One word then, one smile is enough And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.

for human beings, not to speak is to die -from The Word

How long does a man live, after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? A week, or several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say 'for ever'? Lost in these preoccupation I set myself to clear things up. .... In my own country the undertakers answered me, between drinks: 'Get yourself a good woman and give up this nonsense.' And How Long - Pablo Neruda

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta A quién le pregunto ahora?

Longing that sliced my breast into pieces, it is time to take another road, on which she does not smile. Storm that buried the bells, muddy swirl of torments, why touch her now, why make her sad. Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

death stretches out like a clothesline, and then suddenly blows: blows a dark sound that swells the sheets and beds are sailing into a harbor where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral

How much does a man live, after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

Ah, izlemeli her ÅŸeyden uzaklaÅŸan yolu, kesmediÄŸi yolu yürek daralmas?n?n, ölümün, k???n, çiyler aras?nda aç?lan gözleriyle.

I nothing saves us from death at least love should save us from life

He dormido contigo toda la noche mientras la oscura tierra gira con vivos y con muertos, y al despertar de pronto en medio de la sombra mi brazo rodeaba tu cintura. Ni la noche, ni el sueño pudieron separarnos

Why does the professor teach the geography of death? For que ensena el profesor la geografia de la muerte?

Because while life harasses us, love is only a wave taller than the other waves: but oh, when death comes knocking at the gate, there is only your glance against so much emptiness, only your light against extinction, only your love to shut out the shadows.

And with which numbers does the ant subtract its dead soldiers? Y con que cifras va restando la hormiga sus soldados muertos?

Ah! suivre le chemin qui s'éloigne de tout, que ne fermeront pas la mort, l'hiver, l'angoisse avec leurs yeux ouverts au coeur de la rosée

How much does a man live after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say for ever?

La hora de la venganza ha sonado! ¡Vamos a humillar el orgullo de esos cobardes asesinos! Se engañarían los bárbaros si en su desesperación imploran nuestra clemencia. Es preciso degollarlos a todos. Purguemos a la sociedad de esos monstruos. Muerte, muerte sin piedad". También: "Derramad a torrentes la inhumana sangre para que esta raza maldita de Dios y de los hombres no tenga sucesión".

She looked resentfully at Mr. Cann. It would, she was sure, have been difficult enough to persuade him, in spite of his protestations, to leave the house alive. Dead, he was going to be far more trouble.

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.

Friday, July 7, 1865 It is time then to write the last words that I shall ever write and close the book. I was born to die, as are we all. The end is there, held within the beginning.

All the forces, seen or unseen, that function in this mortal world are governed by this law. Birth and death and all that happens between these two events are dependent on the law of karma. The law of karma determines the situation into which we are born in this lifetime, and into which we will be born in the next.