Quotes About Death

Non sto cercando di demoralizzarvi, cercate di capire. Voglio dire che penso veramente che l'amore sia la cosa più bella del mondo, dopo le pasticche per la tosse. Ma devo anche dire, per l'ennesima volta, che la vita non è giusta. È solo più decente della morte, tutto qui.

The new doctors all agreed on various tried-and-true medications, and within forty-eight hours of their coming on the case, the King was dead.

La verità» disse Westley «è che tu preferisci vivere con il Principe anziché morire con il tuo amore». «Preferisco vivere che morire, lo ammetto». «Parlavamo d'amore, signora».

There were stories that the King was dying, that he was already dead, that he had been dead long since, that he was fine.

It must have been fifty seconds before Doc died. Long time.

The pain is worse than I imagined!' Yeste cried. 'How can it hurt when the point of the weapon is still an inch away from your belly?' Domingo asked. 'I'm anticipating, don't bother me—let me die unpestered.

I don't know how to describe it so I won't, but if you died and in your will you asked for your ashes to be spread gently on the Grand Canal at midnight with a full moon, everyone would know this about you - you loved and understood beauty.

But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Sono il tuo Principe e non sono così male... Come puoi preferire la morte piuttosto che sposarmi?» «Perché» replicò Buttercup «matrimonio significa amore, e non è il mio passatempo preferito».

Something's got you panicked and it's too late. You may be the biggest thing ever to hit this area, but in the long run, you're just two-bit outlaws. I never met a soul more affable than you, Butch, or faster than the Kid, but you're still nothing but a couple of two-bit outlaws on the dodge... —you just want to hide out till it's old times again, but it's over. It's over, don't you get that? It's over and you're both gonna die bloody, and all you can do is choose where.

if you do not kiss my mouth, Inigo Montoya of Spain, I will more than likely die.

Has it got any sports in it?" "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles." "Sounds okay," I said, and I kind of closed my eyes. "I'll do my best to stay awake . . . but I'm awful sleepy, Daddy . . . .

I mean, I really do think that love is the best things in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

your milk, your milk has killed me" and then the child stiffened and cracked and turned in Buttercup's hands to nothing but dry dust and Buttercup screamed and screamed;

Half the Armada had begun to give chase to the great ship Revenge. And the Revenge, alone, was sailing, as it had to do, away. Surrender, the Prince said. It will not happen. SURRENDER! the Prince shouted. DEATH FIRST! Westley roared.

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage your parents put out.

Surrender, the Prince said. It will not happen. SURRENDER! the Prince shouted. DEATH FIRST!

Soy tu príncipe y te casarás conmigo —le dijo Humperdinck. —Soy vuestra sierva y me niego —susurró Buttercup. —Soy tu príncipe y no puedes negarte. —Soy vuestra sierva fiel y acabo de hacerlo. —Negarte significa la muerte. —Matadme entonces.

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair.

Worse, he died. Mr. Shog, I mean. (Don't ask how you could tell. It was easy. One morning he just stopped sweating, so there it was.)

life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Perhaps the wrath, the just judgment of God upon us is a kind of slaying, a kind of baptismal death to our illusions and lies, that pain that happens when we are given time to stare into the mirror of truth, the pain that is harsh but is also due to love?

A Princeton student being interviewed by a reporter was questioned about the prospect of American troops going to Afghanistan when the Soviet Union invaded there. "There's nothing worth dying for," was her response. Which means of course that one day she shall have the unpleasant task of dying for nothing.