Quotes About Death

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

The saddest thing is an old bag lady, freezing to death in the snow on Christmas Eve, and the last thing she sees is a family in a nice warm diner getting beheaded by the Taliban.

The saddest thing is when the toilet from an abandoned space station falls back to earth, lands upside-down on a child who was playing alone in the backyard, and smooshes them into the shape of half a hard-boiled egg. ...And when they lift the toilet off of the child, two lips at the top of the bloody mound say, on their dying breath, "I love you, mommy.

ON FEBRUARY 18, 1861, the man featured on this stamp stood on the steps of the statehouse in Montgomery, Alabama, and took the oath of office as president of the Confederate States of America. Less than two months later he was at war with his own former countrymen. The war was to be one of horrific brutality, with a death toll fifteen times greater than that of all America's previous conflicts, including the War of Independence, added together.

You know people say the dead look peaceful, like they're sleeping? I guess it depends on how you die, because Eric's eyes were open. He was looking right at me, and he was scared. My cousin died in terrible pain.

I've witnessed a lot of young people dying, mostly from gunshot wounds. Ain't no bravery like in the movies. Everybody cries when they realize it's the end. Everybody.

Back then, I was obsessed with dying, because I secretly wanted to live forever.

I'd love to see the Iron Jackal's face when he finds out I'm already dead," he said with half a grin. "Now that's irony." "No it ain't, Cap'n. It's just some shit that happened.

öldürmek ve ölmek aras?nda üçüncü bir ÅŸey var: yaÅŸamak.

What a live person can tell, being alive, would finally kill a dead person: flippancy. Therefore, one cannot, unfortunately, cling to the facts, which are too mixed up with chance and don't tell much.

Asi no se puede vivir ¿Vivir? Morir sí Niña. Tu quieres acabar con todo. Eso quiero. Porque no conozco otro medio para que los hombres acaben.

I've seen what is interred with them so that they can get through the journey into the realm of the dead, and no doubt also so that they can buy their way in, gold, jewelry, food, even horses, sometimes servants as well; since then, I can see this whole glorious Corinth only as the fleeting reflection of that eternal necropolis, and it seems to me that they reign here too, the dead. Or what reigns is the fear of death. And I ask myself whether I shouldn't have stayed in Colchis.

Propaganda must appeal to mankind's better judgment and to the necessary belief in a better future. For this belief, the valley of the shadow of death is but a war station on the road to the blessed summit.

Angel's trumpet. Beautiful, in'it? Eating these flowers makes your troubles go away. Problem is, too much will kill ye." She laughed. "It got its name because it's the last thing you'll see before ascending into heaven.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when the lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From the summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree.Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, rememberAnd if thou wilt, forget.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.

All others are outside myself; I lock my door and bar them out The turmoil, tedium, gad-about. I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all? If I could once lay down myself, And start self-purged upon the race That all must run ! Death runs apace.

The road to death is life, the gate of life is death,

Jeta është një fjalëkryq idiot, ku vdekja është një zgjidhje shumë e papëlqyeshme.

The same linguistic structures that allow us to soar through time and space and model entire universes in our heads also enable us to foresee our own mortality. Language also permits us to imagine a self that isn't earthbound and a world beyond death. So far it hasn't offered a way to avoid it.

Los cadáveres se quedaban allí, con su ropa negra, devorados por las ratas y los gusanos, derretidos por el sol, anegados por las lluvias. Eran el abono del miedo.

Death is almost never timely, even for the old.

Cotton equals death,' Lex told him. 'Cotton holds moisture against the skin and prevents you warming yourself. Trust me, I'm Canadian.