Quotes About Death

Kutuzov looked at him with eyes wide with dismay, and then took off his cap and crossed himself. 'God rest his soul! May the Lord's will be done with all of us!' He sighed deeply and was silent. 'I loved and respected him, and I sympathize with you with all my heart.' He embraced

It is no good deceiving oneself. It is all -- vanity! Happy is he who has not been born: death is better than life, and one must free oneself from life.

You will see war not as a beautiful, orderly, and gleaming formation, with music and beaten drums, streaming banners and generals on prancing horses, but war in its authentic expression - as blood suffering and death.

And should there be nothing left but to die?" he thought. "Well, if need be, I shall do it no worse than others.

Con la muerte todo quedará salvado: el oprobio y la deshonra de Alexiéi Alexándrovich y de Seriozha y mi terrible vergüenza. Si muero se arrepentirá, lo sentirá, me amará y sufrirá»

If there were no magnanimity in war, we'd go to it only when it was worth going to certain death, as now. . . . We must take this terrible necessity sternly and seriously. That's the whole point: to cast off the lie, and if it's war it's war, and not a game.

The Bell: "The storm is approaching, it is impossible to be mistaken about that. The Revolutionaries and Reactionaries are at one about that. All men's heads are going round; a weighty question of life and death lies heavy on men's heads.

Aparte de las conjeturas sobre los posibles traslados y ascensos que podrían resultar del fallecimiento de Ivan Ilich, el sencillo hecho de enterarse de la muerte de un allegado suscitaba en los presentes, como siempre ocurre, una sensación de complacencia, a saber: «el muerto es él; no soy yo».

Che cosa è male? Che cosa è bene? Che cosa bisogna amare, che cosa odiare? Per quale ragione dobbiamo vivere? E io che cosa sono? Che cos'è la vita? Che cos'è la morte? Quale forza guida tutto?» si domandava Pierre. E non trovava risposta ad alcuno di questi interrogativi, tranne una sola illogica risposta, che per contro non rispondeva affatto a queste domande. «Morirai e tutto sarà finito.»

Tako ?ine rijetki snažni i dosljedni ljudi. Shvativši svu glupost šale kojoj su oni predmet i shvativši da su blaga umrlih ve?a od blaga živih te da je najbolje od svega ne postojati, tako i ?ine te smjesta završavaju s tom glupom šalom kojim god sredstvom: om?a oko vrata, voda, nož kojim probijaju srce, vlakovi na željezni?kim prugama.

you'll see awful scenes, which shake the soul, you'' see the war, not in correctly, beautifully likable line with music and drums, with raised flags and proudly generals on horses, but in its true image - in blood, sufferings and death.

Only one step across that line, which reminds on the boundary that separates living from the dead, and then there's uncertainty, torture and death.

Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

What has become of it? Where are you, pain?" He turned his attention to it. "Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? Let the pain be." "And death … where is it?" He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light. "So that's what it is!" he suddenly exclaimed aloud. "What joy!

We sin so much, we deceive so much, and all for what? I'm over fifty, my friend … I'll … Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible." He

He remembered about [name], about his death, and involuntarily started comparing these two men, so different and at the same time so similar, because of the love he had for both of them, and because both had lived and both had died.

Suffering, steadily increasing, did its part in preparing him for death.

When during those first days he remembered that he would have to die, he said to himself: "Well, what of it? So much the better!

Having then for the first time clearly understood that before every man, and before himself, there lay only suffering, death, and eternal oblivion, he had concluded that to live under such conditions was impossible; that one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.

For hate dies, suffocated to death by its own stupidity and mediocrity. But grandeur is eternal.

WE MUST, all of us, be prepared for the most terrible. Is not death, in the midst of humiliation, a way to give oneself even more? Sacrifice admits of neither calculation nor reserve. If I had lied like the rest where would I have landed? Yet, I believe even so, more than ever, only the idealists can change the world. The soul that remains is the soul.

Debes entrenar mucho más duro que el enemigo que está intentando acabar contigo. Todo el descanso que necesitas, lo tendrás en tu lecho de muerte

En el combate, un hombre miedoso está perdido. El valor, más aún que exponer, se impone, porque la muerte también, con tal de que se la mire a la cara, se deja asustar

Though murdered kings, like all dead men, lie quiet and unoffending in the ground, they rot and spread contagion in men's minds.