Quotes About Death

The sword wears out its sheath, as it is sometimes said. That is my story. My passions have made me live, and my passions have killed me. What passions, it may be asked. Trifles, the most childish things in the world. Yet they affected me as much as if the possessions of Helen, or the throne of the Universe, had been at stake.

He who pretends to look on death without fear lies. All men are afraid of dying, this is the great law of sentient beings, without which the entire human species would soon be destroyed. Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712 - 1778) French philosopher and writer.

All our wisdom consists in servile prejudices. All our practices are only subjection, impediment, and constraint. Civil man is born, lives, and dies in slavery. At his birth he is sewed in swaddling clothes; at his death he is nailed in a coffin. So long as he keeps his human shape, he is enchained by our institutions.

La espada gasta la vaina, dice el proverbio. He aquí mi historia. He vivido de mis pasiones y mis pasiones me han matado.

J'étais fait pour vivre, et je meurs sans avoir vécu.

Puede decirse muy bien que no empecé a vivir hasta que me tuve por muerto.

O t?cere des?vârÅŸit? te îndeamn? la tristeÈ›e, e ca o icoan? a morÈ›ii.

los únicos males que teme son el dolor y el hambre. Digo el dolor y no la muerte, pues el animal nunca sabrá qué cosa es morir; el conocimiento de la muerte y de sus terrores es una de las primeras adquisiciones hechas por el hombre al apartarse de su condición animal.

pero no ha dejado de quererme sino al dejar de existir; nuestra amistad sólo ha terminado con su vida.

Les hommes ne sont naturellement ni rois, ni grands, ni courtisans, ni riches ; tous sont nés nus et pauvres, tous sujets aux misères de la vie, aux chagrins, aux maux, aux besoins, aux douleurs de toute espèce ; enfin, tous sont condamnés à la mort. Voilà ce qui est vraiment de l'homme ; voilà de quoi nul mortel n'est exempt. Commencez donc par étudier de la nature humaine ce qui en est le plus inséparable, ce qui constitue le mieux l'humanité.

Il fut mis dans une maison de charité, où l'âge et le regret de se voir loin de sa famille le mirent au tombeau presque en arrivant.

She found her very pale and very still, all the life gone out of her.

Then there might be dead people.

Dad's death didn't hollow me out the way Helen's had. After all, everyone had assumed Dad was a goner back when he got kicked in the head as a child. Instead, he had cheated death and, despite his gimp and speech impediment, lived a long life doing pretty much what he wanted. He hadn't drawn the best of cards, but he'd played his hand darned well, so what was there to grieve over?

Elvis Presley's death was a turning point in news coverage;

Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been In the way in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been In the way : I was In the way for eternity.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Death is a continuation of my life without me...

INEZ: Prove it. Prove it was no dream. It's what one does, and nothing else, that shows the stuff one's made of. GARCIN: I died too soon. I wasn't allowed time to - to do my deeds. INEZ: One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.