Quotes About Death

YaÅŸamda belli bir noktaya gelince, en son ölen umut deÄŸil, en son umut ölümdür.

Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.

Only the dead know the truth.

The loss of reason in war seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post.

Death was not there as yet, but life was there no longer,—there was something new, something astonishing, inexplicable, not entirely reasonable and yet not altogether without meaning,—something so deep and mysterious and supernatural that it was impossible to understand.

It seemed to him that he was walking along the highest mountain-ridge, which was narrow like the blade of a knife, and on one side he saw Life, on the other side—Death,—like two sparkling, deep, beautiful seas, blending in one boundless, broad surface at the horizon.

Death stationed itself in the corner and would not go away. It would not go away because it was my thought. It is not death that is terrible, but the knowledge of it: it would be utterly impossible to live if a man could know exactly and definitely the day and hour of his death.

And he was tortured not by the fact that Death was visible, but that both Life and Death were visible at the same time.

Life and Death moved simultaneously, and until the very end Life remained life, to the most ridiculous and insipid trifles.

It was strange to think that so much humane painstaking care and exertion was being introduced into the business of hanging people; that the most insane deed on earth was being committed with such an air of simplicity and reasonableness.

Wollt ihr denn gar nicht wissen, woran er gestorben ist?" Sir Ritchfield sah sie erstaunt an: "Er ist an dem Spaten gestorben. Du hättest das auch nicht überlebt, so ein schweres Eisending mitten durch den Leib. Kein Wunder, dass er tot ist." Sir Ritschfield schauderte ein bisschen. "Und woher den Spaten?" "Jemand hat ihn hineingesteckt." Für Sir Ritschfield war die Sache damit erledigt.

He who fights on a foreign soil another man's war Not for his family or his country's honor And, when he lies dying, hit by a deadly blow From an Angry firearm But cannot say, "Oh! My beloved country Here is the life you gave me, I come back to you" Dies twice, reduced to eternal wretchedness.

How beautiful you now are," she exclaimed, "your eyes half-broken in ecstacy fill me with joy, carry me away. How wonderful your look would be if you were being beaten to death, in the extreme agony. You have the eye of a martyr.

And these six things: love, property, the state, war, work, and death, are the legacy of Cain, who slew his brother and whose brother's blood cried out to heaven, and the Lord spake to Cain: 'You shall be cursed upon the earth and a fugitive and a vagabond.' 

I began to grasp the meaning of creation. I saw that death and life were not so much enemies as friendly comrades, not opposites that negate each other, but rather as variations of nature, each flowing out of the other. I felt myself detached from the world. Death no longer seemed terrible to me; indeed, it appeared less so than life. And the more I became submerged in myself, the more everything about me became alive and expressive and touched my soul.

My boredom also turned into melancholy, the melancholy that is so peculiar to us Little Russians, a manly yielding to the feeling of necessity. And my boredom was as necessary as sleep and death.

Headstone: death's bookmark.

if we seek, and are aware we have missed the moment we seek, our own absolute moment in time, then we live out our lives unfulfilled. In the words of an eastern proverb: we die with our eyes open – we cannot rest; even in death we are still looking for it.

A samurai never worries about losing his life. He worries about losing his honour. Being shamed is far worse than losing your life. A samurai is always ready to die - for his lord, for his honour. That's the samurai way

If there was a single moment it all began, it was that of Muhammad's death. Even the Prophet was mortal. That was the problem. It was as though nobody had considered the possibility that he might die, not even Muhammad himself.

agree that Muhammad took his uncle's hand as the life began to fade from his eyes and urged him to say the shahada, to accept islam and testify that there was no god but God: "Say it, uncle, and then I shall be able to witness for you on the Day of Judgment.

He's not auctioning off the right to choose a victim. In fact, the auction winner has no say about who gets killed." Sighing heavily, disgust evident in the posture, the other man finally got to the bones of it. "He's auctioning off the right to choose the means of death.

Queen Jane Seymour's epitaph, inscribed in Latin, translated roughly to: Here lies Jane, a phoenix Who died in giving another phoenix birth, Let her be mourned, for birds like these Are rare indeed.

It was a popular theory at the time that death didn't automatically end a marriage because the spouses would eventually be reunited in heaven. The most pragmatic reason for the Church's view was that England was a land-based society and property was inherited upon the death of a spouse, so a remarriage threatened the inheritance of any issue from the previous union.